Chapter Twenty-Four
Testifying before the Space Commission is not something video games can prepare a person to do. Reggie had sweated through his shirt before he even stepped into the hearing room. But the team had designated him as their spokesman. He was the face of Intergalactic Pest Control.
As much as he did not want to do it, he couldn’t deny that he was the best choice. Joel would have said something grossly inappropriate. Cody would have sputtered something overly complex until it devolved into nonsense and he passed out. Sam probably would have stabbed someone. With her eyes, at least, if not her sword.
It felt like he’d been taking questions for days, though it had only been two hours. The commissioners had surprisingly little that needed clarifying. As Reggie had prepared hi
