Rachel DycekCommissioner Keefer folded his hands in front of him, cracked his knuckles, then reached out to shake Rachel’s hand. She gripped his paper-dry skin. He still seemed a total stranger to her, though she now wanted to open up.
While taking over her duties during the transition days, Keefer had settled in to her old office cubicle as his commissioner’s desk. But Rachel no longer saw this as greedy usurpation; it was just the most appropriate place to do business. It really didn’t matter to her, and she wondered if it ever had…or if she had just been doing her own kind of angry posturing, like Boris Tiban.
Lowell Base was Keefer’s now, and she wished him the best of luck.
“Is everything ready, Dr. Dycek? Captain Rubens is establishing rendezvous times in orbit for the next window
