"There is no further need to invade your privacy, warrior."
"Nevan is fine--I'll go get them, then." He did so, grinning to
himself. He'd been favorably impressed by the reports of Owajima's
accomplishments; he was even more favorably impressed by the man
himself. Not too many standard humans could take out a Sandeman
warrior, even using Talent!
Returning to the lounge, he gave Owajima the box holding the weapons.
"Here you are, Major. Use them in good health."
"I shall, whenever my cover does not prohibit the use of Sandeman
weapons. And call me Kiyoshi, please." Owajima smiled. "I think this
will be an enjoyable trip, and that by its end we will be friends."
"I think so, too. Do you have a family?"
"I am married, but we do not yet have children. You?"
"Two sons, both warriors--one with the lady Dallas, one with the lady
Morna. My foster-parents are fostering both of them, as well. I've
got a holo, if you'd like to see."
"Very much." Owajima accepted the small folder, settling in for an
enjoyable discussion.