Chapter 18: Into the Yonder

When the clerk at the Space Administration saw his flight plan, he immediately assumed his official ass mode, this until he punched in Bolton's license number. His eyes go very big, and he called his manager. Red tape was swiftly cut through and within fifteen minutes the necessary authorizations were handed over. The last person he expected to see on his way out was Questor Dis

"Admiral? Admiral Bolton, is that you?"

Deeply immersed in his own thoughts he didn't recognize him for a moment. "Yes, who -- Dis? My god man, is that you?"

"How are you, sir? I didn't know you were on Luna."

"How the hell are you?" They shook hands. "Yes, I've been here all along. Taught at University for a time. What have you been doing? I thought you emigrated."

"What, leave Sol and lose my vote? Never," said Dis, slyly working to his point; he who rarely missed an opportunity or wasted a word.

"So, what have you been doing with yourself?" asked Bolton.