“Well,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “We’re not on Mars anymore.”
Kai’s fingers flew across the keyboard. “That’s… that’s not right. There’s no destination set. There’s no third core.” dc60 008 version 4.0 a
The plan was simple. Retrieve the second core, pair them, and sell the set to the highest bidder. The Belt Syndicates. The Jovian Free Navy. Hell, maybe a lonely billionaire who wanted to commute to another galaxy for the weekend. Kai didn’t care. He just wanted to be rich enough to never smell recycled air again. “Well,” he said, his voice barely a whisper
