“I don’t actually work for the OPA anymore,” Holden said. “I’m not authorized to represent the Martian military,” Bobbie said. “I’m not even sure I’m still supposed to be working with you.” “Thank you for that. Are there any comments that matter?” Avasarala asked. There was a moment’s silence. “Worked for me,” Praxidike Meng said. There was one way that the Rocinante was infinitely more expansive than the Guanshiyin, and it was the only one that she cared about. The tightbeam was hers. Lag was worse and every hour took her farther from Earth, but knowing that the messages she sent were getting
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