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Chapters (37)
  1. Dedication
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Acknowledgments
  36. About the Author
  37. Legals

Callie got into her good suit, the prototype from a TNA research-and-development program that was scrapped because the cost was exorbitant. The suit had active camouflage – handy on bounty hunting missions – but was currently in its neutral state, a bright electric blue, easy for her crewmates to spot. “Elena, you stay with me at all times. Ashok, you keep an eye on Lantern. You’re still a prisoner, Liar. Don’t run off without permission. It’s best if you don’t do anything without permission. Mmm, and on second thought, Ashok seems a little too fond of you. He might hesitate to shoot you if you misbehave. Ship, you’re Lantern’s guard dog.”

“Ship?” The hull repair drone lit up and rose, three meters high, on an array of robotic legs. “Shouldn’t you call me something differently insulting, like maybe ‘bot’, in my current circumstances?”

“I’ll call you ‘Shall’, then. OK?” With Elena sidling into her heart, Callie found thinking about her history with Michael less painful, and as a result, her irrational but potent resentment toward his computer doppelganger was somewhat diminished. The ship hadn’t done anything wrong. Shall was basically the good parts of Michael, without the parts that liked to wander off and sleep with other people despite their promise to be monogamous when she was home from space.

“That works for me,” the bot said. “Shall I shall be.”

“Did you pack guns?” Callie asked.

“Enough for us and any friendlies we need to arm once we get on the station.”

“Into the canoe, then,” Callie said.

The floor slid open, revealing a small coffin-shaped landing ship big enough for seven people to fit in if they squeezed, so three people and a little Liar would fit fine. “I can ride on the exterior,” Shall said. “We’re not taking the canoe into atmosphere, so it’s not like I’ll mess up the aerodynamics.”

Callie helped Elena climb down into the canoe. The interior was bare-bones, just six jump-seats and a pilot seat placed before a rudimentary control panel. “What is this ship?” Elena asked as they all strapped in, the Liar doing her best with a restraint system designed for humanoids.