“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