Chapter 15

Hank was in the middle of the transmission, repeating our descriptions of the wind-swept canyons of Syrtis Major, when, “White Sands? White Sands. Shit. The transceiver died. Nick?”

I turned off the reader and removed the headset. “The problem might be on their end.” It had happened a few times before, and I could imagine the frantic scrambling back on Terra as they tried to reestablish contact with us. I pulled out the set of delicate tools that went with me wherever I traveled.

“Just check it out, Marsham,” Carlyle snarled.

“I’m working on it.” Jesus, what had crawled up his ass and died? After removing a plate, I stared at the tangle of wires that appeared to be melted together. “Doc, we’ve got a problem here.”