13
The hallway outside the living quarters on Station 12 stretched on for what felt like the length of a city block. If you looked far enough into the distance, you could see the gentle curve of the circular station.
Metal bulkheads punctuated by the odd set of double doors lined each wall, and gray carpets covered the floor. With the onset of evening, station time, the place was all but deserted.
Jack stood alone.
He had called Jena earlier only to learn that she wasn't in her office. Five minutes after leaving a voice message, he received a text instructing him to drop by her quarters. Apparently she was on her way out for the evening and wanted to talk before she left.
Crossing his arms, Jack frowned at the door. “With my luck, it's probably more bad news,” he said with a shrug. “S
