Chapter Nine
You hesitated during that last maneuver, Bassa thought as they entered the telepod.
Byron sighed and leaned against the wall. He’d paused before making the jump but only because he saw a better location for their reemergence.
We should’ve approached from below, he thought.
That would’ve placed us too close to Wentar’s ship.
I could’ve done it.
Not safely! Bassa thought, his tone stern.
The telepod’s doors opened. Disgusted, Byron pushed off the wall and exited the compartment. He retreated to his quarters, hoping a shower would cool his temper.
I could’ve done it safe enough, he thought, dropping his computer pad on the table. Besides, hasn’t he noticed? It’s not very safe out there regardless!
During the past few flights, Bassa had corrected him several times. Byron
