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“We’re picking up a signal in the vicinity,” Beauregard said.
The lights on the bridge of the GGC Horizon were turned down low. Will perched at his station, cross-referencing the holographic star map with their visual location. Then he fixed his eyes on space, scanning every piece of the darkness.
“Gotta be around here somewhere,” Will said.
His eyes were getting tired. They'd been out here for hours already.
Griffin Sims stood at his station, sweeping a searchlight across the wide expanse. He squinted and dragged the searchlight in a methodical line, leaving no star or shadow unlit.
“Gotta tell ya,” Will said, “it's pretty nice to be in a part of space where things aren't blowing up.”
“Momentary silence,” Beauregard said.
“What do you think’s gonna happen?” Will asked. “Everyth
