Chapter 15 – The Train
Dale tried to relax. He, Annora, and Free had decided to do a little reconnaissance before the mission. They wore rugged Hermian clothes to blend in. They had boarded the train and were now on their way to the cafeteria where Borghi ate lunch.
He wished he had his gun. He felt naked without it. Angelina had promised to produce their guns when the time came, but she refused to hand them over just for a scouting trip. It was frustrating—the pistols were theirs, not hers—but there wasn't much choice. She was the head honcho among the Hermians, Dale and Annora were strangers, and that was that.
The train rumbled down the track, eating up the miles. Dale did a lot of staring out the window. The scenery, such as it was, whizzed by, and it gave him a sense of the colony'
