“Tell me, Shadowhawk, how come I drew the short straw?” asked Charlie over the radio.
Doug laughed.
“Just lucky I guess, Zero,” he replied. “Though what exactly is wrong with flying as my wingman?”
“Normally, nothing. When you’re deciding to fly into the middle of a rock storm like nothing I’ve ever seen before? I’d rather be watching from back on the ship.”
“Ah well, you shouldn’t be such good company.”
“Seriously though… what the hell are we doing? Something is severely screwed up here.”
“What happened to your sense of adventure?”
“I think I lost it when we started fighting ghosts.”
Doug paused for a moment. The chatter had started off as banter, but had quickly strayed into darker territory. He considered his reply carefully.
“You need a break, Zero? If you aren’t happy
