Chapter Eight
Byron strode through the double doors, his fingers locked around his computer tablet. The medical officer in the hall jumped at his sudden appearance.
“I’m looking for my son,” said Byron, reigning in his annoyance.
“Commander!” the officer replied, fumbling with the bottles in his hands. “He’s down here, sir.”
Byron followed the man, his boots striking the floor with force. He did not have time for this nonsense. The probe’s position within the Torbeth’s solar system was a far greater issue. The fate of an entire race might be decided within the hour. And here he was retrieving his son from medical because of a fight.
Why did I send Athee to speak with Ubarce this afternoon? he thought.
The medical officer paused and gestured toward a room on the right. Byron rounded t
