Now that I was feeling better, grandpa was right. I had to learn who put that bomb. Assuming it was because of the project, it had to be about something recent. A change that had happened recently that made the attackers nervous enough to act quickly. I had given that report to the Captain the day before the attack. Could whatever was in it have spooked the attackers?
I sat down, trying to remember the report. Without the notes and pictures I had made, it was quite hard. All the memories of the days before the explosion were quite fuzzy. The sleep and pain-relieving spells I had been placed under in the hospital had probably messed my brain. But I had spent quite a long time writing that report, especially making the drawings, so I remembered most of the process.
I decided to go to fathe
