"We have to find the documents," you say.

Abu Aziz curses in Arabic and wrenches the sextant from Miss Abernathy's hands.

You reach for your saber, but in a moment the pirate has swung his stolen rifle to point at your face. He backs slowly from the room, shifting the gun between you and Miss Abernathy, till he reaches the door and you hear his feet pounding down the corridor.

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"It doesn't matter," she says, "with the documents, we can make our own sextant. Hurry, help me search."

The two of you tear the room apart. Outside, you hear the sounds of fighting gradually growing dimmer. The anarchists can't hold out forever.

Then Miss Abernathy lets out a cry and rushes to your side, a shelf of papers in her hands.

"Is this it? Did it come from the Invictus?"