The station felt unusually quiet.
Which, in Aaron Evans's experience, usually meant something terrible was about to happen.
Aaron sat at the conference table, reviewing reports while Eric Tate worked across from him.
Julien stood near the window.
Cole leaned against the wall.
Nobody looked particularly happy.
Then again—
Nobody had been happy for weeks.
Missi was still missing.
Malaki was still missing.
Darrel's life had just exploded across every news outlet on Earth.
And Syndicate was getting closer.
Aaron rubbed his eyes.
"I need one week where nothing happens."
"No, you don't," Eric replied.
Aaron sighed.
"You're right."
The door opened.
Elias Varn entered carrying a stack of files.
The alien scientist looked exhausted.
Which immediately caught everyone's attention.
