Chapter 38 – The Spacegun
“I really do hate these capsule things,” Annora said. She was going through her pre-flight checklist. “I like flying the shuttle, but not when it's stuck inside a big hollow bullet like this. We don't even have any fuel on board, you know. That's just for landing, so it comes later, at Solar Terminal. Once this thing leaves the tunnel, that's it—you're stuck with your vector. And I hate being stuck with vectors.”
Dale sat in the co-pilot's seat, but he only half-heard her. He allowed his lids to droop and his mind to drift. The three days' rest inside the maintenance lock had helped, but he needed an extensive vacation. And probably some surgery. And stem-cell regrowth for damaged organs. And whatever else the doctors on Mars decided to recommend.
Cole and Zack
