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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

“Hmm, okay, so a lot of traffic in and out,” I said. “But it seems risky to park that close.”

“Why? What’s the alternative?” Nat asked. “Park a mile away and hike it? That would get old pretty fast.”

“Maybe it did get old pretty fast,” Patrick said. “They might have started off parking a long way away, then got lazy as everything became routine and nothing bad happened.”

I couldn’t help a chuckle at the thought. “That sounds a lot like something humans would do.”

“Laziness is not a uniquely human trait,” Sheldon said. “Although you seem to have elevated it to an art form.”

Patrick looked up. “Again, meow.”

“You make it so easy,” Sheldon replied.

“We need a strategy,” Nat said.

I nodded. “Well, we’ve got the cloaking detector. Do people at Harris walk around outside on their lunch hours?”

“A little bit, but we have a cafeteria in the building. And the executives have their own dining area upstairs, of course. People from the smaller businesses generally walk to one of the fast-food joints or the food trucks that park on the street.”

“Well that’s good,” I said. “You could go for a stroll with a detector under your jacket and no one would be suspicious.”

Nat hesitated, then nodded. “I guess so. It’s not much of a plan, but it’s all we have right now.”

Chapter Fourteen: Hacked

Chapter Fourteen: Hacked

Home.

The re-hangaring was performed without effort, the wagon doors opening and closing at Sheldon’s transmitted command. In no time the Halo was safely parked, undercover, and invisible.

I walked down the airlock steps, closely followed by my friends. I turned at the bottom and said, “Okay, Sheldon, close it up.” The airlock staircase rose slowly into midair, then disappeared.

Nat put her backpack and laptop on the workbench. “It seems like an odd thing to say, but I’m glad I’m back. Space travel isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, even on a luxury flying saucer.”

Patrick put his hands on the small of his back and arched backward. “Next time, let’s get Sheldon to assign us staterooms or whatever it is the scientists lived in.”

Patrick’s phone dinged in his pocket. He looked down but didn’t pull it out. Moments later, Nat’s phone dinged as well, then mine.

Nat did take her phone out and look at it as it dinged several more times. “Of course. Every notification and text and whatever that we haven’t been getting while we’ve been out of range has just dumped onto our phones all at once. Yee-hah.”

I looked at my own phone. Two texts from my mother, a couple from other friends, a bunch of Facebook and Twitter notifications, some other miscellaneous things. I was just reading the second text from my mom when Patrick yelled, “What the fuck?”