Chapter 45: The Survey Runner

And so it went, as time wheeled and spun inexorably on. DogstarÕs Commander and Freddie Nimblr were briefed, as fully as Bolton knew and JB would allow. The base Commander was astonished at such undreamt depths and complexities. Freddie just soaked up the Ôbackground materialÕ, taking copious notes, smugly confident in his ability to Ôdiscern the storyÕ and Ôplay it to his audienceÕ. He was indeed a professional journalist, even if he was as shallow as the material of the expensive Italian suits he preferred was thin.

The 704 sat at the orbital station, drinking her fill of Dogstar's pristine waters. Thirteen hours into the drink the system zenith buoy relayed a six-hour old light bound blip that announced the arrival of an incoming ship. The expected Survey runner had come in, whole days shaved off its mark. Hard on the heels of the buoy signal came the incoming ships arrival hail. Bolton was in Ops with the base commander when the message came in.