Chapter 11
Projected up on the screen of the conference room was a map of one of the patrol areas. Plotted lines showed the progress of a ship. Up to a point in space.
Activating the speaker, I asked. “Wilson, why does the map end in uncharted space? Is that all that was on there?”
Wilson’s voice held a touch of a twangy accent that I had heard at the Capital planet, Texas. Uh oh, he was role-playing again. “Your thirst for...”
I cut him off. “Wilson cut the BS and tell us please.”
His voice changed to a youthful sounding one. “You really are no fun. The information that you want is not on the computer. They never entered it and wiped flight logs regularly. There is mention in one of the owner’s daily logs about a ‘lost colony’ and profit. That point in space is really far out for a l
