Ten
Deathship
Unable to sleep, Robin stayed up to work while rested uneasily on the small sofa bed. Making himself another cup of coffee, he paused in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the space center.
His watch informed him it was not quite five-thirty. He felt drained. Not because he hadn’t gotten adequate sleep. God knew he’d gone days without rest before when there had been an emergency involving astronauts in space on a shuttle or on the International Space Station. No, this sense of emptiness came because of the unknown. Because if this new planet was , and if they had the technology to come after …
He took a sip to stifle the groan. There were too many damn ifs and not enough information. Hell, he couldn’t even make plans or try to come up with any sort of solu
