When contact is lost with Mission Control, Commander John Dennington isn’t overly concerned. Such hiccups in communication are common. The first inkling of the larger problem occurs when he sees the very shape of the world change before his eyes.<br><br>John must ease his crew into a new mission and keep the Station together by any means necessary. The crew jeopardizes their chances by fighting his orders, but Jason Weiss, his mission specialist and the light of his life, makes John’s situation more bearable.<br><br>The smallest malfunction to Station or crew would spell the end for six astronauts trapped high above a ruined Earth. It’s their mission to carry on. Random chance of the universe hasn’t operated in their favor so far, but John is determined to see them all safely home.

Expedition 63 Book 1: Dusk

The scanner flashed green as it read his palm, and then beeped into a yellow screen with numeric buttons. It was almost muscle memory to input the six-digit code. The touch screen changed to green again, but then blared out a rude sound of failure. John slapped the damned thing. When he lifted his eyes to Jason, the panic he felt churning his stomach was plain. “It’s not working.”


“Shit,” Jason grumbled. Tools moved past the window. His lover must have popped open his equipment bag. The groan from Jason made the hairs stand on the back of John’s neck. “I’ve got nothing in here to fix the problem.”


John was tempted to echo Jason’s expletive. Now what the fuck were they going to do? “How long will it take to fix the airlock?”


Chapter 39