Chapter 48: Reveals

8000 miles below the hatch on the Hermes shuttle was cycling through to the base concourse. A reception committee of Bolton, JB and the base commander waited at the foot of the ramp. Freddie Nimblr stood discreetly by the back wall, his holo-camera playing about the concourse. He whispered sound bites into his headset microphone. The hatch lowered all the way and seated with a bang.

Leahy walked down the access ramp. He wore an orange fur cap with earflaps, blue denim bib overalls over a purple wrinkled sweatshirt, and knee-high yellow rubber boots. The fur cap framed his pudgy, perpetually happy face.

"Hello, boys," he said. On the pocket flap on the front of his overalls was pinned the featureless silver button of the Andurin Security Council.