I stood outside the cargo hold, staring at the cryopod. My first mate approached quietly.
"Your orders, Captain?"
I answered them without answering them.
"This enemy pod is what, three meters across? And it was from a ship we destroyed a week ago, a parsec away, only to turn up drifting where we could find it?"
"A good bit of luck then!"
"Tell me, you ever hear of Operation Mincemeat? Back on Earth?"
"You're proposing we grind it into tiny pieces, Captain?"
I handed it over unopened to my superiors, who sadly hadn't heard of that ancient Earth plan either.
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