Coming...Summer 2013...
Firewall (Book 2 No Uncertain Logic Series) by C.G. Powell
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“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.”
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