* * * *
In the end we decide that only four of us
should go down, that’s it. Dylan, because he’s the captain and he
wantsto go— ”You can’t keep me from this,” he tells us as
Vallery configures the landing system. He leans back against the
control panel, one foot propped up on my chair by my thigh, his
arms folded across his chest. “I earned this. It’s my signal, they
spoke to me first, I deserve to go down there.”
“Fine,” Johnson says. “You go. I
ain’t.” He looks around at the rest of us as if defying someone to
challenge him. “I’m going to see if I can set up a long-range
transmission from this carrier. Dixon needs to know what’s going
on.”
“Fine,” Dylan says. “You do that. I’m
going down there.”
I touch his ankle, a quick gesture no one
else sees. “You said that. Who else?”
“One of the fighters,” Leena says, and
over the intercom, Milano interrupts, “Not me. I’m gonna stay up
here and keep my finger on the trigger, if you know what I mean.