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“HOW’S IT GOING?” WILDER glided over to Niall, who was supervising the installation of the jump engine.
Even through the tinted visor of his EVA suit, she saw the look he gave her. If she hadn’t seen it, she would have felt it. Niall had been giving her grief ever since the emergency meeting where she’d agreed to the three-month timescale for the construction of the starship.
“It’s impossible!” he’d hissed at her as they’d left the town hall.
“He’s right,” Dragan had agreed as they descended the steps, though he’d sounded more disheartened than angry. “We’ve already been working all hours to get this thing done. How can we work any faster?”
“We’ll draft more people onto the team,” she’d replied. “We’ve done the hard work. We have the engine specs and the basic blueprint for
