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Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. Part I
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Part II
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Part III
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Chapter 34
  42. Chapter 35
  43. Chapter 36
  44. Chapter 37
  45. To be continued...
  46. Glossary
  47. Acknowledgments
  48. About the Author

A blond guy standing with the rest of the Kimbal students had apparently been listening in on the conversation, and he took a couple of steps closer to us now. “I was working with Professor Gomez on Wednesday while he was giving their class some tour, and these three set the alarm off.”

“Not on purpose!” I protested.

“Yeah, well you’d better be more careful from now on,” he snipped. “The work we’re doing out there is invaluable. If you damage anything, you’re damaging the whole of Mars.”

Henry scoffed. “Calm down, man. It’s just some rocks. I’m pretty sure the planet won’t explode if we accidentally drop one or something.”

“You can’t possibly comprehend the scientific significance of this—”

In what could only constitute as an act of God, the shuttle rolled into the parking lot and over to the bus stop just then, sparing us the rest of the blond guy’s diatribe. He still spent the whole ride down to the site fuming and glaring at us, but at least he didn’t talk to us again.

Scylla sat next to Tamara in the row ahead of me and Henry. “That was Grant,” she explained in a low voice. With a complete disregard for all seatbelt laws, she had gotten up on her knees and turned entirely around, leaning on her elbows over the back of her seat. “One of Professor G’s grad students. He’s insufferable. No one can stand him. I don’t even think Professor G likes him, and he likes everybody.”

My nose wrinkled involuntarily. “So do you think Erick—uh, Professor Gomez—is a good teacher?”

“Oh, he’s stellar! Everyone loves him. He’s one of those laid-back professors that doesn’t care if you eat in class and won’t throw a fit if you have to leave to go to the bathroom or something. He’s super nice.”

“Right,” I murmured.

Scylla kept chattering and swiveling around in her seat for the whole rest of the hour-long drive over to the dig site. I was already worn out by the time we finally got there and started unloading equipment from the back of the van, and it wasn’t even noon. We still had a good six hours of hard labor in front of us.