Chapter 39 – Free Space
Thyra Franjic, Solar Terminal's Captain of Security, watched the capsule's path on the display in Transit Authority Central, or the “TAC,” as they called it. The capsule disappeared over the horizon, and she snorted. “Don't worry, boys.” She slapped a beefy palm on the gunner's shoulder. “We'll get 'em when they pop out the other side.”
“Yes, ma'am,” the gunner replied without taking his eyes from his targeting screen.
“I wish I was in that seat.” Thyra smiled down at the top of the gunner's head. “Boy, those were the days. I love shooting things. But you can't be a gunner forever. And I don't miss the lousy pay.”
“Captain Franjic?” said another man. “Do you think there will be any more unauthorized launches? They say the situation in the colony is getting prett
