Chapter 32

“Well,” Vallery says, taking a deep

breath, “that could’ve been handled better.”

“No, you think?” I ask with a shaky

laugh. Shanley looks at me and I nod. “You heard him, send the

files. If they still want them.”

Conlan speaks tentatively, unsure. “Um,

Captain Teague? You must understand that we cannot give that kind

of information out just yet. Ours is a very precarious position…”

He trails off, as if these aren’t his words but someone else’s and

he’s listening to the next prompt. “Once the committee has verified

the medical condition of your crew, then we may be able to exchange

the information you… have requested. But until that time…”

I press the transmit just to stop his

halting speech. “Captain Teague is preoccupied,” I tell him. “I’m

the navigator, Neal James, and I apologize for that outburst, that

was our radio tech and his opinions do not reflect those of the

rest of the crew—” I hear Milano mutter, “Bullshit,” over the