The world zoomed again.
I fought down a tremble of excitement. This time, my deep breath was an effort to still myself. “Comms. Security Third Aidan Redding to Security Operations.”
The only sound was the hiss of wind against the helmet.
I checked the compass on the display.
Seconds later, a deceptively calm voice answered. “Security Third Bakula. Trouble, Redding?”
Bakula often annoyed me, but right now her throaty voice and quaint High Brit accent delighted me. “No, sir. I’m on the walkway, I’m fine.” I swallowed. “But please have the cameras check the horizon at… twenty-two degrees.”
“What’s going on?”
“I’m requesting visual confirmation.”
Bakula sighed. “Just a moment.”
The radio went dead.
The video check should be almost instantaneous.
I waited a breath.
Another.
Finally
