21. Coming Home

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Tori couldn’t believe she was stranded AGAIN. It was like deja vu; for her and the rest of the Zapp family, it brought back the feelings of helplessness and isolation of their experiences in the escape pods. At least this time, they had the crew of the crippled ship, The Three Zees, to keep them company and they could all wait in the dim light together and hope for rescue. They were into their third day since the explosion now and talk amongst the crew about possible damage to the ship and of their hopes and dreams for the future had given way to more practical matters. Like how to stay warm and conserve their rapidly dwindling air supply, and what the probable chances of rescue actually were. After the early realization that three crew members had been outside the ship during the accident, there was no further discussion of them, but the thought was there in the back of everyone’s mind. Along with that spark of hope that SOMEBODY was coming to take them home


John Miles watched the IGV Alice Marie until the pink glow of its ion engines faded into the distance and turned back once more to the awe-inspiring view of the nearby star he had from the rear of the bridge on his giant salvage vessel. He took a moment to appreciate the sheer power and majesty of the swirls and eruptions on the boiling surface below, before a slight vibration beneath his feet nudged him back to reality. He felt a second faint shudder through the deck plates, as a freighter unloaded material and supplies destined for the Three Zees and he checked his nav/comm console and saw that the damaged ship should now be on the horizon. John released the tug drones; they headed for the target vessel and would gain control and return with it to the main salvage ship. He had no stores on board and very little space, but he had to get the rescued crew into some breathable air and he was conscious of the fact that this wasn’t just another job. He had salvaged many ships, but not those with surviving crew members, still on board and certainly not ones staffed by people he knew, so John was much relieved when the tug console started displaying active status.

John sighed with relief as he entered the coordinates of his location and commanded the tugs to come home. Within a hour The Three Zees was strapped into the carriage and the survivors were transferred to the now loaded freighter.

Tori was the first to hear a scraping on the Three Zees hull and she motioned for the others to be quiet a few seconds before a loud metallic CLANG alerted them to the arrival of the automated tugs. A weary cheer went up from the assembled passengers and crew, now that they knew they were finally going home.

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20. The evil that men do.

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Dreeb watched the uneven, crater-strewn surface of Phobos roll slowly past the observation window of his cruiser and congratulated himself on how close he was to finally catching up with the man who, he was convinced, had robbed him of the last fifteen years of his life.

“Six,” he barked, “when will we be above the target crater?”

The mercenary who Dreeb had christened number six checked a readout on his console, “We should be within range of the drop zone in just under ten minutes, sir.”

Dreeb ignored the sarcasm in the man’s tone; he wasn’t paying his crew of disgraced soldiers and hardcases-for-hire for their manners, just their loyalty and silence. Besides, if the operation went according to plan, he wouldn’t need to pay them the balance of their fee.

“Have the device ready to deploy on the next pass.” said Dreeb, “I don’t want there to be any disturbances on the surface to make our heroic rescuers suspicious when they arrive. None that they aren’t supposed to see anyway.” He grinned at the thought, “You have the shuttle prepared?”

“It’s in the bay as you requested.”

“Good, tell whoever is operating the remote to keep the trajectory as steep as possible, it has to look like it was out of control when it crashed.”

“Don’t worry, he knows what he’s doing and I programmed the coordinates myself.” Six gave Dreeb a withering stare, “We have done this before, you know.”

Dreeb rounded on him, his eyes blazing with fury, “I couldn’t give a shit what penny-ante jobs you’ve been on before, this is my fucking operation and you will do as I say! Otherwise, you know where the airlock is and I’m sure your comrades would be only too glad to split your share of the proceeds.”

Six threw Dreeb a lazy salute, making no effort to hide his disdain for the raging psychopath, who looked as though, with any luck and a bit of extra encouragement, he might suffer a massive aneurysm and save them all a lot of trouble. “Aye aye Cap’n.” he said with a grin and with that, turned and strolled calmly back to his station.

Dreeb left the bridge, stomped his way down the corridor to the shuttle bay and slammed open the bulkhead door.
Another of his hired guns, this one called Three, was guarding the shuttle and narrowly avoided being crushed by the heavy hatch cover as it was flung open. He came to a vague approximation of attention and made an even less impressive attempt at saluting than his higher-numbered counterpart.

“What is it with you people,” said Dreeb, “didn’t any of you learn to show respect when an officer comes on deck?”

Three looked at him with a nervous grin, apparently waiting for a punchline, then, when no further entertainment was forthcoming, went back to picking his filthy nails with a bayonet.
Dreeb was tempted to just ram the insubordinate scumbag into a torpedo tube and watch him fly like a fat, greasy meteorite down to the surface of the tiny dead moon below, but he restrained himself and headed for the loading gantry.

Hanging from a small but powerful crane above the floor hatch, a cylindrical object was swinging gently, a small red light blinking rhythmically on its side beneath the word ARMED.
Dreeb caressed the black titanium casing and smiled.

“Oh, Eric, please come quickly, we’re in terrible trouble, hahaha haha haha hahaha…”

Three (whose real name was Travis, a veteran of countless brutal, bloody coups and blacker than black “wet” operations) heard the cracked, maniacal laughter from the far end of the shuttle bay and shuddered. He’d be bloody glad to get this job over and done with; no matter how much they were getting paid, it wasn’t enough to be trapped in the middle of fucking nowhere with this lunatic.

Checking that he was unobserved, the mercenary slipped through the door, closed it quietly behind him and went in search of a drink.

19. Save Thyself

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Pentaethymethalyne-metalliod, commonly called “liquid hell” because of it’s extremely hot and explosive reaction with oxygen, non-reactive with nearly all chemicals and compounds, the stuff hates oxygen. One single molecule of oxygen will spell disaster every time. Therefore, after a short life as a weapon of mass destruction Pentaethymethalyne-metalliod was banned from Earth. It was quickly accepted as a rocket fuel, but it took several deadly explosions to finally isolate it from oxygen. The only safe exposure was in the combustion chamber. Very little oxygen was needed which was ideal in deep space and speeds of near-hyper could be reached. Also special fuel tanks were created to direct any explosions away from the ship structure. Legal tanks had a “rip seam” and extra plating on the vessel-side of the tank. Luckily the The Three Zees had such tanks and only one blew up, leaving them with a engine and fuel.

There was a ruptured oxygen line spraying liquid into space. That, in itself, could cause problems but there was a fuel leak caused by a out-of-spec line which froze and burst. This set off alarms and the techs left the equipment room to don suits to go out and fix the leak. That saved their lives. The force of the explosion drove the tanks’ shock-absorbing struts through the hull and ripping the equipment room in half. The life support systems saved the ship from total loss of atmosphere by slamming bulkheads closed and isolating the suited techs. They quickly rednecked a connection to an air line but were helpless to help the crew.

Tori and Cindi were slammed hard into a wall, knocking Cindi out leaving Tori with a broken arm. The gravity gyro was destroyed as well as the primary power cell, so they were floating in almost absolute darkness. Life support equipment was straining due to a hull breach not contained by the bulkheads. As trained all crew members gathered at the med center for a head count and an assessment of injuries. Quickly, they realized they were short three techs and they all were injured to some degree. They put slap patches on the leak but the oxygen was depleted and they had to shut down the main system and don suits to attempt to get the engine started.

You can’t feel yourself tumbling without gravity, mused Tori as she fumbled with the stabilizer system in an attempt to stop the tumbling ship. After several attempts she managed to bring the ship to a stop. Zoey and Lori had experience with star maps and concluded they were maybe 10,000 nautical miles from the Alice Marie. They had no power and no way to get their engine online, but they weren’t moving. The three techs on the outside came to the same conclusion and were trying to swap the live harness with the operable engine’s harness. The task was nearly impossible since they were in shadow and had the wrong tool kit. Once this was accomplished they squeezed themselves against the ship and waited to see if those inside would get the ship moving. When the engine control panel lit up on the bridge everybody was surprised but relieved. Zoey started the ignition process and all crew members went to the med center since it had the only operable life support and gravity. Their ship was heavily damaged and a fuel system problem kept them at ¼ speed but the The Three Zees were headed back to its mothership.

18. Dangerous games.

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Now they were safely in Earth orbit, Carli knew she only had a few days to prepare, but since the success or failure of the operation depended largely on keeping Lazzaro off balance and distracted, she had to spend at least some time each day working on him.

Whether that meant finding an excuse to wander onto the bridge whilst Toes was doing his gripe ‘n’ groan session and stand in Eric’s line of sight until he noticed her, sitting at his table in the canteen when he was chatting to other crewmen and flashing him an occasional coy smile, or “accidentally” running into him in the corridor when he was taking his morning run, Carli made sure he saw just enough of her to make him uncomfortable, but not enough that he had a chance to talk to her about anything except official ship’s business.

She felt bad about it and she held onto that feeling; it somehow helped her justify her actions, making her conscious of how important her mission was and giving her an added incentive to complete it as soon as possible.

For his part, Lazzaro was totally confused by her attitude, he couldn’t for the life of him work out what he was supposed to do.
Did he brazen it out and hope it was all some kind of elaborate joke?
Should he call her bluff and hope she was just waiting for an opportunity to explain?
Or should he seek out Diaz, talk to her privately and take the chance that she wouldn’t go running straight back to her friend with news of his discomfort?

He quickly discounted all but the first option however, as he was still concerned that his memory of that night hadn’t returned and he didn’t want to risk the loss of his pass getting back to the captain.
So all he could do was concentrate on his duties as First Officer and pray that the situation resolved itself soon because, with the Three Zees in trouble, he was going to need to have his wits about him.

*****

Meanwhile, in the vast interplanetary void between Jupiter and Mars, Dreeb and his hired killers were on course for their pre-arranged rendezvous point. The cruiser had reached the potentially dangerous area of the asteroid belt, where careful programming of the nav-systems was essential if they wanted to maintain faster-than-light drive.
They were heading for Phobos, Mars’ largest satellite, the plan being to hold station on the “blind side” of the small moon, hiding in its shadow until it was time to intercept their target.

“Sir, there’s a burst transmission coming in now,” said one of the black-clad, masked mercenaries; Dreeb didn’t know his name and didn’t want to, (he had actually issued the crew with numbered badges when he retained their services, specifically to avoid personal interaction) “do you want to take it here on the bridge?”

“No,” Dreeb replied, “transfer it to the scrambler in comms,” he crossed to the door of the small secure room and swiped his pass across the sensor panel, “and don’t get any funny ideas, this message is for my eyes only.”

The crewman grunted and shrugged, then routed the message as he’d been told, signalling indifference to his boss’s secrecy. His expression, had anyone been able to see it, said he’d been hired to do a job without asking questions, and that was fine by him.

Dreeb closed the door and powered up the custom built comm panel, activating the encryption software by scanning the coded chip that was embedded beneath the skin of his wrist.
A stream of code scrolled past; the data from Lazzaro’s stolen security card, then the screen went blank and the lines of numbers were replaced by the spiky trace of an audio player.
He checked the time code and noted that, although the message been received just moments earlier, it had been recorded two days previously and only sent when the cruiser had come within range of the transmitter onboard the Alice Marie.

Dreeb played Carli’s report, a crooked grin twisting the scarred contours of his face as he listened, then he copied the security data to a flash drive he kept on a chain around his neck, deleted the original and the audio file and closed down the comm panel.
He left the small room and beckoned to the man who had reported the transmission.

“Six, I’m going to my cabin, you have the bridge.” The man gave a curt nod. “Unless there’s an emergency I don’t want to be disturbed until we’re on final approach to Phobos.”

*****

As Dreeb headed for a voyeuristic fix of death and disfigurement, courtesy of his subspace SnuffStream account, Carli was trying her hardest not to feel guilty about spending yet another mealtime torturing Eric.

She’d sat opposite him at lunch, shamelessly flirting with members of the engineering team, laughing loudly at their jokes and joining in when they mocked Lazzaro’s expression of disgust at some of the more tasteless stories.
In the end he’d got up and left the canteen, clearly disappointed at her behaviour, which suited Carli fine, despite the pangs of conscience, the less he wanted to do with her today, the happier she was.

After another ten minutes of banter with the engineers, Carli made her excuses and left, not rushing but with a nervous urgency that she fought to control.
She stopped to chat with Diaz, who was on her way for a workout in the gym and promised to join her there when she’d been back to her quarters to change, but when her friend was out of sight Carli doubled back and headed for the transport bay.

Finding the bay empty, as she assumed it would be at this time of day, she once again disabled the door access panel and retrieved the hidden transmitter from behind the hidden panel in her locker.
She checked the display and then, noting the symbol for a delivered burst message was showing, entered a code to activate the unit.
This time however, she had to spend valuable seconds fitting a new comm chip, one that would only transmit on a single, very specific frequency.

It seemed to take forever for the signal indicator to flicker on and she could feel the thumping of her heart against her ribcage by the time she heard the faint sound of a voice, repeating the same phrase over and over;
“Intel Ops waiting…Intel Ops waiting…Intel Ops waiting…”

She took a deep breath and spoke quietly and clearly, “Intel Ops, this is agent Fisher, codename: Carli…I say again, Intel Ops this is Carli, do you read me?”
She thought for a moment they weren’t going to reply, that they’d abandoned her, then;
“We hear you Carli, go ahead.”

That was it, no pleasantries, no “How’ya doing?” nothing, but it was enough to calm the pounding in her temples and she could detect only the faintest of tremors in her voice when she spoke.

“Message sent successfully. Repeat: Message sent and acknowledged. Predicting the hostile to be in position at Phobos ahead of schedule. Requesting confirmation of intercept team’s deployment.”

“Affirmative, a full team has been deployed and is currently en route to the coordinates you provided.”

“Understood,” Carli paused, unsure of how to phrase the next question, “um, when will it be necessary for me to inform captain Toes of my deception? I assume he will be made aware of the situation prior to the operation being executed and I doubt he’ll take kindly to being used like this.”

She had been expecting some discussion on the matter, so she was surprised at the abruptness of the reply.
“Negative. Repeat: Negative. Do NOT make the captain aware of any facet of the operation. This is strictly need to know. Control out.”

And that was it.
Zena Fisher, Intel Ops officer, codename: Carli, was on her own again.

15. Listening in.

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Eric Lazzaro was worried.

He honestly didn’t know what to think.
Was she playing with him, stringing him along until he caved in and asked her, just so she could laugh at his embarrassment?

He couldn’t believe that he wouldn’t remember something, well, something like that happening, no matter how drunk he got, and yet Carli had been so obviously upset that he’d forgotten about it, it made him question his inability to recall anything about even seeing her that night, let alone…anything else happening.

He needed to think and found himself heading to the canteen for coffee.
Well at least he had his pass back, he thought, as he turned into the doorway of the large open space that acted as the ship’s dining area.
He stopped short when he saw Carli and her friend Diaz, sitting at a table on one side of the room, but they didn’t appear to notice him coming in, so he ordered a coffee and found an empty table not far from theirs, shielded from their view by a support pillar and tried to pretend to himself that he wasn’t trying to eavesdrop on them.

He failed.
He casually tipped his chair back, leaning on the pillar and gazing around at the quietly chatting groups of crew members and the occasional table of colonists, nodding politely to acknowledge anyone he knew but not inviting conversation, whilst concentrating on what was being said only a few feet behind him.

But after only a couple of minutes he very nearly choked, then spilt hot coffee on his balls, when the front legs of his chair hit the floor with a thump as he sat forward in shock.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, standing up and brushing at the front of his uniform pants to relieve the burning sensation, then realised he was getting strange looks from people at nearby tables and indicted his overturned coffee, making amused “I’m such an idiot” faces, made as dignified exit as he could, without looking back to see if Carli had spotted him.

Carli had seen Lazzaro enter the canteen and quickly turned away so that he didn’t notice, not wanting to have to talk to him with Diaz around.
As it turned out he did her a favour by choosing a table near to theirs, giving her just the chance she needed to reinforce her story.

When she was sure he was able to hear her, she gave Diaz a conspiratorial wink and said, “You’ll never guess who I had in my cabin the other night, Frankie.”

“Oooh, is it someone scandalous? Are you having an affair with the captain, hahaha?”

“Eeeeww, no!” laughed Carli, “You don’t think I’d tell you about that do you? No, it was Eric, our dashing first officer, he knocked on my door at nearly midnight, can you believe it?”

“Eric Lazzaro, really?” Diaz asked, wide eyed, “I knew you two had something going on, but I never figured him for the forward type, I always thought he seemed like the perfect gentlemen.”

“Oh, he was a gentleman alright,” said Carli, winking broadly once more, laying it on thick for maximum effect, “so much of a gentlemen that he didn’t leave until the early hours.”

“No! You’re pulling my leg? What, just like that, he turns up at your door and…” Frankie’s face was a picture, “What did you do, I mean, what..” she stopped again, blushing.

“A lady doesn’t give out details,” Carli told her, “but let’s just say I found his security pass down the back of my bed this morning, and it takes a lot to move that bed, that’s all I’m saying.”

Which was when she heard a muffled curse from behind the pillar to their right and, sure enough, a moment later she saw Lazzaro, walking gingerly, leaving the canteen.
As she watched him leave she felt a small pang of guilt, then reminded herself that it was all necessary and would all be worth it in the end.

Nevertheless, she felt bad for Eric, he had no idea what was coming, but he’d find out soon enough and she had work to do before he did.

14. Lost time.

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With only a few days left until the Alice Marie passed into the Sol system, any spare crew members were helping the escape pod survivors to prepare to transition from their lives in the deep space colonies to the higher gravitational environment of Earth.

Increasingly strenuous physical workouts were being scheduled for their daily sessions in the gym, their nutritional intakes were closely monitored, the final medical checks were being done and many of the colonists were taking advantage of the ship’s data store to get themselves better acquainted with Earth’s recent history and social customs.

Lazzaro had spent the last couple of days keeping busy with his regular duties, (not always easy without his security clearance) whilst simultaneously trying to stay out of Toes’ way and find time to track down his missing pass.

He had wracked his brain for a clue as to where he could have left it and retraced every route he had taken in the short space of time between when he had definitely last used it and the morning he’d awoken to find it missing, but he had now come to the conclusion that it was lost and he was going to have to come clean with the captain and take the chewing-out he knew would accompany the admission that he’d somehow mislaid it.

He was on his final search, once more walking the corridors leading from Toes’ cabin to his own before he accepted defeat, when he met Carli coming out of an elevator.

“Hello stranger,” she greeted him, with a mischievous smile, “have you been avoiding me? I thought after the other night you would have been a bit more sociable.”
She winked at him in a way that could only be described as a lascivious, stepped forward and, to Eric’s surprise, planted a kiss on his lips which lingered considerably longer than a friendly peck should have done.

“Um, wow, erm…” Lazzaro stammered, “haha, no. Avoiding you? No, I’ve just been busy, that’s all,” he paused, frowning, “What do you mean “after the other night” “, he asked, “what happened the other night?”

“Oh come now Eric, you hadn’t had that much of the captain’s grog,” she pushed him playfully in the chest and laughed at his bewildered expression, “and I would have liked to think I was a little more memorable than that, too.”

Lazzaro continued to stare stupidly at her and seemed at a loss for words, causing her smile to fade, replaced by a pout that, had he been paying more attention, would have warned him to tread carefully from this point on.

“Oh I’m sorry, were we supposed to meet up somewhere then..?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Too late, Eric caught the hostile tone in her voice and smiled in a way he hoped would placate her suddenly black mood.

It didn’t work.

“You really don’t remember do you? Well that’s just charming,” Carli snapped at him, “it just goes to show, I’m just another casual conquest to you aren’t I?”

“But…” Lazzaro began.

“Well don’t bother trying to remember, it obviously isn’t that important to you.”

She started to walk away, then turned sharply and reached in her pocket, “Oh, and you might as well have this back.” She tossed something to him which he fumbled and dropped on the floor; His security pass!
“Although now I’m wondering why I didn’t just hand it in to the captain straight away.”
And with that she marched off, leaving Lazzaro standing helplessly in the corridor, looking from her retreating figure to his pass and back again and wondering what the hell was going on.

How had that situation deteriorated so quickly?
Eric didn’t understand what he’d done to upset Carli so completely, let alone how she’d managed to get hold of his pass, but it was clear that she was angry about something he had no memory of, which was what concerned him the most and he made his way back to his cabin with mixed feelings; relieved that the missing pass had been returned, but troubled that he had no way of telling how he’d lost it.

Carli maintained her angry stride down the corridor until she was sure she was out of Lazzaro’s sight, then ducked into the transport bay and quietly closed the door.
She went to a service locker and reached inside, felt for a catch that dropped the hidden rear panel and took out a small burst-com unit.
This compact communicator allowed the user to send long or complex streams of data in a single compressed pulse, transmitted on an undetectable sub-space frequency.

With the rest of the crew occupied with readying the colonists for their new lives on Earth it was unlikely that Carli would be disturbed, but she still took precautions. Taking a few tools from the locker, she quickly removed the cover of the door control panel and bypassed the access circuit, meaning it couldn’t be opened with a security pass from outside, although no malfunction would show up on the bridge.

Confident she was safe from immediate discovery, Carli powered up the burst-com and began to speak in a low, controlled voice, her eyes closed in concentration.

“Operational progress report with additional security data attached.
The target was successfully intercepted and…” she paused, a catch in her voice betraying some inner struggle, “..seduced, just over forty eight hours ago. The drug you provided seems to have had the desired effect and although the subject was fully cognizant and, um,” she cleared her throat, “physically capable, he now has no memory of the night in question. Nor does he appear to remember how he came to lose his clearance pass and the scanned data from that is also included in this transmission.”
She took a deep breath and continued.
“As long as he remains under the impression that he came to my cabin and left it there, there is no reason to believe I risk arousing suspicion. When the sedative element of the drug took effect, I left with the pass, copied the security data and slipped it under my bed, just in case I was required to “accidentally” find it later to prove he’d spent the night there. However, he appears to be convinced by the deception and I will now move on to the second phase of the operation.
We will be arriving in Earth orbit in four days, by which time I trust you will be fully prepared for the next stage to begin.”

Carli opened her eyes, frowned as if trying to recall a detail that had escaped her, shook her head then concluded, “I’ll wait to hear from you once you are in transit, I will check this link again in two days and expect you to be ready. Carli out.”

She carefully stowed the comm unit back in the service locker and re-enabled the door controls, slipping out into the corridor unnoticed and going in search of Diaz, who she was meeting for a late lunch. Carli had arranged it this morning, thinking that the more of her time she could publicly account for, from this point on, the safer she would be.

13. Kids.

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Captain Toes was doing routine paperwork and ‘net surfing when his comm went off, “yeah?”

“Capt’, we are about a week out from Earth…and we have received a request from Specter to pick up a traveler.”

Crap, he hated these detours. They would have to drop out of hyper and restart…

“How far out?”

“They have a hyper shuttle, and would intercept…plus they will pay our orbit fees…”

Well, money’s nice and no course alterations. Of course, there are no orbit fees since this was related to escape pods

“Guess it’s set then. When would they dock?”

“In about an hour.”

“let me know, capt’ out, ” he cut the connection.

“Aye, capt, and thanks”

He picked up the essay that Tori had presented in her English class. Interesting topic, and was very much written by a 12yr old. Her teacher was worried about her state of mind, was concerned Tori might be depressed. Of course she’s depressed!!! Her whole world blew up, she went from being a kid on the fast track for engineering to being an independent person and able to play with other kids. He didn’t see anything that would lead him to the teacher’s concerns. He hoped she’d stay with the Alice Marie and was already working on a project he felt she’d be good for. He opened a private channel to PackRat Salvage. He discussed the final arrangements for transferring the escape pods and also a tour of the orbital scooper. He asked Tori to come to his office.

Tori wondered what was wrong, or if anything was at all as she got dressed. She liked living alone and the lack of uniforms was also nice. She decided on basketball shorts and a oversized t-shirt. She tossed her hair, and with a last look she headed to Captain Toes office.

“Hello Tori. I see you are comfy…come on in. I wanted to discuss this essay. Very good writing, so much emotion…and confusion. So, how’s life for you? Your teacher is kinda concerned and wondering if you were…well…suicidal?” He watched her expressions, too young and inexperienced in the art of deception, confident he’d see any problems. Tori laughed.

“For real?! I write about losing my family and the excitement of playing with other kids. Missing my family…geez!!!”

The captain waited, and yep, Tori started crying. Just a kid in an adult world. He didn’t intend on discussing the information he had about the other Zapps he’d seen on the List. It wasn’t necessary. He let her cry and resisted the urge to play daddy. Tori didn’t need that, nor did she need teachers waving flags.

“OK, do you think you could pass an advancement test in English?” That would serve his needs and move Tori away from this teacher who could create some real problems for Tori.

She sniffled and nodded. Captain Toes told her he’d set that up, and after entering some data into his computer he let Tori talk and regain her composure. He then sent her to school and asked her to email him with any issues. He stressed that she could back out without any repercussions.

Tori left the captain’s office and headed for school. She didn’t really want to “test out” of English but a suicide report would seriously curtail her chances of being a ship captain…EVER. After school she went to her room. While surfing the ‘net she found out that Zachery Toes was a very interesting person. There was so much she didn’t know about Earth but she was beginning to relieze that colony life was really bland.