I remained quiet, trusting that Hunter had a plan and hoping it wasn’t one I’d regret.
A few subchrons later, Hunter returned, bursting into the room in a rage. “Which console?” he asked me, his voice a barely contained shout.
And then I understood. I pointed to where Kojo was pulling himself out from under the auxiliary communications panel.
“You set me up!” Hunter roared, leveling his SMR at the man.
Kojo slowly stood, holding his hands low and to either side. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. But you’re making a mistake.”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Hunter snapped. “I know what you’ve been doing—I saw that thing out there waiting for me! Now shut it off!”
“You’ve got it wrong,” Kojo countered. “This storm wasn’t my idea.”
Hunter took one menacing step forwar
