Our orders came a few days later. The simultaneous chime of three comm pads broke into our breakfast conversation, and the four of us fell silent. Josh and Fara glanced at each other, then at me. There was only one reason that all three of our comms would go off at the same time. New orders rolled out.
We’d all been in an anxious haze since Nate received his orders, waiting to find out how bad the damage would be. Would all four of us be sent to different places? Would three of us stay together and only Nate get sent away?
Now the answer was here, floating over us, just waiting for us to tap the button that would open the new message. We were about to find out if Josh, Fara, and I were all going to get flung to opposite sides of the universe, too.
We sat together around a circular table
