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

A snap came out of nowhere, inside his helmet, and echoed through his ears. Jason held his breath. The faceplate stayed intact, a solid sheet of glass. The air whooshed out his lungs in a gush of tension. It wasn’t bad; whatever had hit his helmet, but fuck if his heart wasn’t galloping like a racehorse now. “I think we just hit the edge of the field, guys. A piece of it just hit my helmet.”


“I figured as much when your heart monitor spiked.” A tense laugh came from Saito, too loud in his ear. The sound did nothing for his frayed nerves.


“I’d turn that thing off, if I were you. You’ll have alarms for my heart rate the whole time I’m out here,” Jason said. It was truth, absolute truth, but he pointed it out to Saito, because he wanted thatdamned monitor off. He didn’t want John to hear it. His lover was probably out of his mind with worry asit was. No reason to add to that.


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