These people here, they’re myage. For all the talk I’m
spouting about the signal, I’d be lying if I said I don’t want them
to succeed. They’re our neighbors out here for the next five years
or however long it takes to map this system, and I won’t be able to
eat, live, and breathe on the station knowing there’s a group of
kids out this way dying for want of what I’m taking for
granted.
The hope I see in Shanley’s face tells me
he’s thinking the same thing. “Kitt can fly the Semper Fi?”
he asks. I nod, I’m sure he can. “How long did it take to get down
here?”
I think back to the nav stats displayed on
the vidscreens when we landed. “Three hours, almost four,” I tell
him. “So let’s say we meet with the committee tonight, you tell
them the plan, they let you go and you can be back at the carrier
by midnight, right?” He nods tentatively, but yeah, that sounds
about right. “You just need to get some supplies, that won’t take
long—”