Chapter 22
Six months earlier…
Nova lay under the bunk, listening to the blaring alarm. She could just about hear the people in the room getting up. How long would it take for them to start searching under the bunks? Was the alarm a general one to alert them to a threat or something specific which would let them know there was a stowaway on board? If it was the latter they might start looking for her even before being given instructions.
The alarm cut off as suddenly as it had begun. Nova’s ears rang for several seconds, then she managed to make out the conversation around her.
“…swear the Lieutenant moves that alarm earlier every day.”
“If he does then he changes all the ship’s clocks too.”
“Maybe he does. Wouldn’t surprise me!”
“Oh, shut up and get ready. If we’re not down
