When he heard the P-6 returning from SWA-7, Ipos left his brushy lair and trotted toward the landing site. Seeing Vapula standing in the doorway holding two cups of café, he snickered, strode a couple metres up the ramp and plopped down.
Vapula said, “I see how it is. You expect to be served out there.”
“Yes, I do.” Ipos patted the ramp’s metal decking. Vapula snickered, handed him the cups, and took a seat at his side.
“Thank you. I was hoping you’d have some ready.” He blew the steam off the top and took a sip. “Ahh, that’s good.”
“So, I assume you had no problems?”
“Well, maybe. Half a dozen neandertalis arrived just before midday and carried their females away. The neandertalis women had already roused and were all sitting up,” Ipos explained.
“Which means the sedative isn’t as p
