Character: Jean-Paul Borovsky

BL-l-lyad! - breathed Borovsky, forced his way through security. - Oh, guilty, sir! We have an emergency. I desperately needed Linda. And you have here... Sorry, sir! I'm better then.
- What's the big emergency? Why you, Linda? That went to the roof of someone?
- Yes, sir! Senior Navigator Falzfein. First, flatly refused to obey orders, and then picked up and e... just reached out.
Because the walls leaned out Linda with a tank of anesthetic in the hand.
- It is high time, she said.
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Linda busy - cut Rushen. And Margo - shoot na hui. Not up to it now.
- What? - hatched by Admiral Borowski.
- Come on, Jean-Paul, ' said Andrew, his arm around the XO's waist and pulling out into the corridor. You see, busy people.
- How to shoot? - Borovsky muttered.
- Na hui, explained Rushen. And shut the door.
In the hallway the first mate looked shocked look of the guard. Fighters have that conversation you heard, the view was also so-so.
- Guys - said Borowski. - And you know how to shoot?