Chapter 14

“Fine.” Ed sat in his seat and swiveled it to face his instrument panel. “Strap in, everyone. Except you, Marsham. It would be just fine with me if you beat your brains out against the hull.”

“Enough!” Doc was getting pissed, and I kept my mouth shut and went to my station. “Now as I was saying, once we’re out of Mars’s atmosphere, I’ll want that one final orbit, and then, Hank, if you’ll plot the coordinates, Ed can set the course for Terra.”

“Affirmative.”

Ed bent over his equipment, and we strapped in for liftoff.

* * * *

“You okay, Doc?” We were out of the exosphere, but I thought he was looking a little pale

“I’m fine.”

Before I could challenge him on that, Hank finished what he was doing, handed off his coordinates to Ed, then turned to me and said, “Contact Terra for me, would you, Nick?” It was easy to see he was excited about the prospect of leaving this last orbit and heading home.

“Sure thing, Hank.”