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Anna spread her hands over the SmartGlass console that controlled the shuttle's systems, colorful screens lighting up at her touch. She tapped at drop-down menus and went through her pre-flight check, activating the life-support systems and the artificial gravity. The sense of urgency that gnawed at her was difficult to ignore. If the Brivan left Velezia before they arrived, there would be no tracking it.
Pressing her lips together, Anna squinted down at the console. Constantly beating yourself isn't going to make you get there any sooner, she thought. Just focus on the job, and hope for the best.
Funny how those little moments of stoic wisdom never did a damn thing to make you feel any better. In fact, she was pretty damn sure that she felt worse. But she figured it was better than
