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Firewall (book 2 No Uncertain Logic
Series) by C.G. Powell
“I hate to cut things short, but the sooner we get down to
business the better. I’ve made
arrangements for a transport to take us to the Atlantis which is sitting in the
Meranna Sea.”
Before Sarik could finish, Jael interrupted, “When did you
move the ship?”
“Shortly after you left for Ibis Prime. Orion felt he needed to keep an eye on me
once Aphrodite arrived, so he sent a team to assist the move closer to the
capital city.” He looked to Neria and
Aphrodite. “Ladies, if you will follow
me. I will take you to the transport.”
They walked to a smaller docking area where a transporter
ship was awaiting them. Neria’s bags
were already on board, as was Captain Ross.
Sarik raised one brow.
“How did you get here so quick?”
Captain Ross cleared his throat and rolled his eyes towards
the cockpit where Tal sat.
“I thought you didn’t trust mist traveling?” Sarik laughed.
“It took a while to get used to, but it has its benefits if
you can get past the nausea and the whole cellular disintegration reassembly
thing.”
Sarik nudged the captain with his elbow. “Are you sure it has nothing to do with
quantum entanglement with a certain Jinn?”
Speechless, Captain Ross’ reddened face spoke volumes. He excused himself and joined Tal in the
cockpit.
Looping her arm in Sarik’s, Jael frowned and continued
towards the passenger area of the transport.
“Why do you tease the poor Captain?
I think it quaint that he has taken a liking to Tal even if she doesn’t
return his affections.”
“What kind of friend would I be, if I didn’t acknowledge his
obvious fondness?”
“Do you really want me entertain your question with an
answer?”
“No, not really.”
Over the intercom the captain’s voice boomed, “Good morning,
this is your captain. Today’s flight
should be a clear shot to the Meranna Sea area.
We have favorable atmospheric conditions and low level winds upon approach. Our estimated arrival is 14:80 standard
atomic time, that’s half-past lunch for those of you who still struggle with
the local atomic conversion.”
Jael, Salima, and Aphrodite all turned and looked at Sarik.
Pursed lipped, Sarik stood and yelled toward the
cockpit. “Okay, you win. Now get us the hell out of here.”
Coming
Summer 2013
