The three mercenary officers were brought before the governor of New Ball together.
The soldiers of East remained at attention while the mercenary officers assembled.
The mercenary officer, his face drained of color, turned to meet Remo's eyes.
It was the American mercenary officer, the tall black with the calm, unprovoked face.
Probably the mercenary officers had rigged up a generator for their own power.
Judging by his khaki uniform, he was one of the mercenary officers.
A mercenary officer by trade but a volunteer to this cause.
The mercenary officer had died as rescue stood outside the door.
Seeing the Emperor was not angry, the mercenary officer made a quick hand signal, and his men relaxed.
The breath of a genuine laugh escaped the mercenary officer, as if against his will.