Chapter 4

“Aft starboard,” said Des, and displayed a white mess on the viewscreen.

“Oh, it’s winter now,” said Leander, unimpressed. This planet could be very pleasant during the warm months.

“Question?” asked Des.

“Yes, Des. Two. If the temperature in here falls to the outside temperature, will the cargo be affected? And how far from the destination point are we?”

“Cargo will be unaffected. Connection with destination beacon lost.”

Leander rubbed his temple, closed his eyes, and steadied his breath again. Shit. Just his luck.

“Des, calculate likely path to destination based on last known position of beacon. Transmit data to portable transceiver.”