11 Knox and TG
That night Alex stared at the bottom of the bunk above him while sleep flipped him off. Of all the quarters on Maverick, Alex’s room met the minimum requirement for that title. It held single-sized bunk beds with two drawers under the bottom one. And one drawer stuck.
On the plus side, it came with privacy, which was more than any hired hand in the gigantic space shipping barges could say. On those massive space slugs, privacy was the luxury of the upper officers. Even the middle ranks had to share.
But Alex shared his room only with Brant, the few times Brant had been aboard on mission. Since Alex and TrysKa had joined the Maverick crew ten years ago, Knox hadn’t hired temp workers to help with carrying cargo. He had everything he needed.
Finally sleep teased Alex, co
