Chapter 8
Hart climbed into the pod, carrying his clothes and boots in one hand and his kit and the little mammal in the other.
Are you all right, Hart?
“Fine. Just scragging fine.” He’d just met the most intriguing being—who was obviously attracted to him—and he’d walked away from him.
You don’t sound it.
He grunted and shook his head. The Midnight Ride would be making another pass overhead, and he needed to get his data organized.
He dressed quickly, shuddering at the clammy feel of his clothing, and began feeding samples into the Sarah O.’s various compartments to be analyzed.
Half an hour later, the pod’s com unit crackled. “Scout, what information do you have for us?”
“It’s looking promising, Captain. More than promising, actually. You received the information regarding the ox
