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And now he was being tailgated.
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Out here, on this route, it was rare.  But the sensors didn't (so
far as he knew) lie.  Another spacecraft had come up just behind him,
external effects flaring/  Suspiciously close, aggressively flashing its lights.
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It was hailing him.
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He made the effort to respond.
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"TAB2, responding to suspicious tailgater," he sighed into his sleeve
mic.
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"Tom.  Glad I caught up with you out here," said an unfamiliar voice.  "I
wanted to be the first to tell you the news."
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Grant Morrison's great\-great\-grandson was taking over as writer on Disney's EVEN NEWER X\-MEN.
History repeating itself, Tom knew that he had better get in on the ground floor, had better get his hands on those issues, even if it meant once again setting foot inside a comic shop.
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He would have to figure out how to turn this shuttle around.