Greenseed Station
Marsh stared at his screen, watching the freighter depart. His team hadn’t found any way to communicate yet. The freighter had taken aboard the cargo, blissfully unaware of the danger. He couldn’t help wondering what had been hidden amongst the cargo. Had it been the Tainted themselves? Or could the Taint be spread by objects? By food? By water?
He was bitterly disappointed. He’d hoped someone from his team would pull a miracle out of thin air, but it hadn’t happened. No one had even put forward an idea so far. Despite what he’d told his team he wasn’t happy with the idea of warning the hundredth ship, or the tenth or even the second. He’d wanted them to warn off the first and they had failed. Whatever happened now there would always be one ship which had go
