Chapter 13“We had a small incident earlier,” cautioned Mondo, “so I’m not sure if we can start—”
“And the participation ribbon goes to…” Tina crossed her arms and smirked. Mondo stared her down. Without breaking eye contact, he turned a knob on the Interceptor.
“Fire it up, Fizzy.”
Fizzy shrugged and tapped some keys at the command desk. Mondo maneuvered around the Interceptor as he turned knobs and pressed buttons. He was back in presentation mode.
“There’s this mystery signal that’s not like any other known frequency on the spectrum,” he declared. “It just hovers there undetected. Like a piece of trash floating out on the ocean, too far away for anyone to see. But lucky for the ocean, we’re here to pick up the trash.”
“I’m gonna pretend I understand what you’re saying,” said Tina.
