“Pratt.”
Sienna glanced up to see Lt. Owens standing on the other side of the auxiliary board.
“Pack up your gear. You’re getting reassigned. Meet the captain in the shuttle bay in twenty.”
It took a moment for it to sink in. Reassignment? The fact that she’d been ordered to pack told her the new position would not be on the Davillis. Which meant she was heading for another ship.
Davillis. It can’t be the Turley. We’re nowhere near our rendezvous point.
It can’t be the We’re nowhere near our rendezvous point.More curious than excited, she rushed to her cabin to grab her bag she had yet to unpack. She took the tubes down to the shuttle bay where O’Connelly was already waiting for her.
“Good. You’re early, so you can leave now.” He handed her a script chip. “Here are your orders and yo
