Malrik
Emergencies didn’t wait for the holidays to pass. The call came in late, dragging me back to work when I should have been preparing for the New Year with my pack. It wasn’t unexpected. Spacecraft manufacturing wasn’t a nine-to-five job, and any issue with structural integrity had the potential to set back entire launch schedules. Still, that didn’t mean I was excited about it.
My phone buzzed relentlessly on the nightstand, the sharp vibrations breaking through the peaceful silence of my bedroom, just before dawn, pulling me out of the little sleep I had managed to get. Rolling over with a groan, I grabbed it and squinted at the screen, already dreading whatever emergency had compelled someone to call me at this hour, but recognizing it as one of SpaceX's numbers.
“Frost speaki
