The thing about a ship as small as the Sprite was that as soon as anything happened aboard, everyone knew about it. Especially when people raised their voices.
SpriteAt the sound of an argument on the deck above, Zad left the gym and headed to investigate. She cast a glance at the door to Eric’s small lab at the other end of the corridor. He’d been about to kiss her last night—she was sure of it—but then T’Raal had called him to the bridge to talk about something called Chimera. From what she could tell it was a project he’d been involved with before, but his superiors had tried to kill him. She’d wanted to ask him about it and offer her understanding and support. If anyone knew what it was like to have someone you were supposed to trust try and kill you, it was her.
Before she could tak
