Chapter 11Margot almost missed the alert on her tablet while scanning crates—something which barely required conscious thought any more. She had earbuds in, with music playing. But she’d set it to flash a light too, and caught that out of the corner of her eye.
It wasn’t Luke’s pod—the first thing she thought when she saw the alarm. That was all safe and green. She scanned several more of the crates in the stack, to be sure and to get an idea of quantities. The whole stack was the same. She went to the next one. The same. More than enough.
“Eileen,” she said, popping out her earbuds, and walking across the aisle to where Eileen was working on a stack. “I’ve got to pop back to the command module.”
“Okay,” Eileen said from up her ladder. “Problem?”
“No, quite the opposite. I found someth
