3
Lily, Moon Base Arturri, Mission Briefing Room
Exhausted was the right word for my state of being.
Sated.
Sore.
Happy.
Those were all brilliant words. As was nervous.
Nervous. There was a word. I was walking into a roomful of alien warriors from another planet who expected me to be one of them.
I was a librarian. A brilliant librarian, but still, I’d spent more time with books than with people. Any more than two or three people in a room was a rock concert as far as I was concerned.
So, of course there was standing room only in the briefing room, except for the two conspicuously empty seats in the front row. Which was just bloody brilliant if I wanted to be stared at, inspected and watched by every single person in the room.
Cue the drumroll please. Here is the freak from Earth
