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Chapters (48)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Table of Contents
  4. Chapter One: Fender Bender
  5. Chapter Two: Bigfoot Burrito
  6. Chapter Three: Treasure Hunt
  7. Chapter Four: Open Sesame
  8. Chapter Five: Central Intelligence
  9. Chapter Six: First Flight
  10. Chapter Seven: Park It
  11. Chapter Eight: Next Steps
  12. Chapter Nine: Search Strategies
  13. Chapter Ten: Overflight
  14. Chapter Eleven: Barn Doors
  15. Chapter Twelve: Saturn Fly-By
  16. Chapter Thirteen: Getting a Clue
  17. Chapter Fourteen: Hacked
  18. Chapter Fifteen: The Spy Game
  19. Chapter Sixteen: Investigations
  20. Chapter Seventeen: Break-In
  21. Chapter Eighteen: Battening Down
  22. Chapter Nineteen: Shoring Up Defenses
  23. Chapter Twenty: Third Time’s the Charm
  24. Chapter Twenty-One: Proxy
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two: Rescue
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three: Chase
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four: Spies R Us
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five: Surveillance
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six: Making Plans
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven: Going In
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight: Infiltration
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine: Accidental Captive
  33. Chapter Thirty: Interrogation
  34. Chapter Thirty-One: Reaction
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two: Kidnappings
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three: Reviewing Options
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four: Public Debut
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five: Distractions
  39. Chapter Thirty-Six: The Big Reveal
  40. Chapter Thirty-Seven: Regrouping
  41. Chapter Thirty-Eight: Waiting for Results
  42. Chapter Thirty-Nine: It Hits the Fan
  43. Chapter Forty: Disassembly
  44. Chapter Forty-One: Wrapping It Up
  45. Chapter Forty-Two: Negotiations
  46. Chapter Forty-Three: Coda
  47. About the Author
  48. About the Publisher

I shook my head. “Hmm, don’t think so. Tomorrow’s Friday.”

Nat thought for a moment, then nodded. “Ah.”

“Yeah. Saturn,” I said.

“Overnighter?” Patrick asked.

“Can’t avoid it.”

Nat and Patrick grabbed their things and gave me a wave as they headed for the car.

Chapter Twelve: Saturn Fly-By

Chapter Twelve: Saturn Fly-By

Day 8. Friday evening

“Fourteen hours round trip,” Nat said. “Laptop batteries won’t last that long.”

“Nor will the tablets,” Patrick added. “Should I bring a deck of cards?”

“I don’t know why this never occurred to me,” I said. “Hey Sheldon, can you supply standard wall-plug output?”

“The power requirements are trivial. However, I’ll have to print a compatible plug for your devices. Won’t take more than an hour. Bring a power bar, okay?”

I bobbed my head. “We can run on batteries for that long. Thanks, Sheldon.”

“You are welcome. No Wi-Fi in space, though. Make sure you’ve downloaded anything you might need.”

We gathered our possessions and trooped up the waiting airlock. Once inside the bridge, we looked around.

“Not really a lot of unused surface area in here,” I commented.

“Perhaps the conference room would suffice for your needs,” Sheldon replied.

“You have one of those?” Nat exclaimed. “Cool. Where is it?”

A door opened near the bridge entrance, beside the door to the bathroom.

I walked up and looked through the doorway into a large room with what was probably a conference table in the center. “What else is on this deck?”

“Clockwise from the bridge are conference room, medical, captain’s quarters, and ready room.”

“Unbelievable,” Patrick exclaimed. “This was here all the time, and we just didn’t think to ask. What else have we missed? We need to explore the ship, and I mean we need to make it a priority. We’ll have lots of free time on the way out.”

“In your dreams,” Nat replied. “We have work. Loranna, remember?”

I turned from examining the conference room to glare at my bickering friends. I gave them both an eye roll that neither one noticed, because they were too busy glaring at each other.

“Maybe we’ll have time for a bit of both,” I said. “Let’s get going first, though. Sheldon, please close the airlock and get us in the air.”

“Wait!” Patrick exclaimed. “He means open the wagon doors, float out, then close the wagon doors—”

“I am not an idiot, Patrick. Unlike some of Jack’s friends, not mentioning any names. Please get set up in the conference room. I will handle the driving. Try not to trip over your own drool.”

Nat punched Patrick in the arm. “You really know how to make friends, Mr. not mentioning any names.”

“Shaddap.”