Ten
Chevy had never imagined he’d feel relieved to return to the Tritium complex’s claustrophobic rabbit warren. The chance to see something more than a few meters away should have delighted him, but he’d been so aware of the aliens in front of him and the used pressure suit and the potential for screwing up an alien first contact that he’d been unable to even contemplate the horizon. The elevator down to the changing room and the tunnels, so narrow that his shoulder brushed a wall when he let someone walk past, felt nearly comfortable.
The summons to Facility President Kendall’s personal meeting room wiped away that relief.
The meeting room blended comfort and strangeness. The round table had fourteen identical padded chairs, none placed to assert authority. The walls were floor-to-cei
