Chapter 39There is a place between death and life. At least I think so. It's hard to tell since it's all black anyway.
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Dax watched Crow from across the cafeteria. The spy ate his military-grade meatloaf alone and watched all the other Erebus soldiers. When his gaze fell on Dax, the hacker quickly looked down at his own plate.
The food wasn't that bad, Dax knew. It wasn't Jules's cooking, but it wasn't inedible. He cut off a chunk of the processed meat, rubbed it around in the gravy and shoved it into his mouth. As he chewed, he tried to decide whether it was too bland or too salty. He finally landed on the fact that the food was so bland, the cooks had to add a few tons of salt to make it taste like anything.
“Yeah, it's pretty bad.” A metal tray dropped onto the table across fro
