She followed Byron from the lab, her own thoughts rather numb. How would they stop the alien craft this time?
I want you to inform the prefects of the nine transmissions, Byron thought as they traversed the hallway.
Not the tenth?
They’re smart enough to realize the tenth went to the probe. I know they think they are entitled to all information, but damned if I’m going to cause a panic. Not until we know the details of the message.
Byron, she thought, trying to gather her wits. Her insides were awash with trepidation. If the alien ship returns, how are we going to stop it this time?
Hopefully the translation will provide clues. He glanced at her, his expression softer. And no, I wasn’t going to let Mevine spend another night in that lab. I need his wits to solve this problem.
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