"See any action?"
"Yes."
Austin smiled. “That must be the tour where you got all your warm fuzzies about flying for the Legion.”
“Right,” Ryan said, allowing a crooked grin.
Austin knew he shouldn't press the issue. The experienced Trident drivers on Tarton's Junction never spoke about their tour experiences. Not in detail at least. This left Austin piecing together fragments of information and snippets of stories to form a disjointed narrative of life on tour in the Legion Navy. But maybe he could get some more detailed information from Ryan while they had coffee.
The door at the back of Atlantis control dilated, revealing the institutional white decontamination room he recalled from his first trip. Staff in tight-fitting white uniforms with silver trim led them to separate slabs flo
