Navigator’s Log
By J.M. Snyder
Log Entry 04.25.3021, 14:07 hours
There are five of us on this mission and we’re all nervous as hell.
Fifty dead, two hundred more dying—how can you not be nervous? The Center’s got the World Health Organization out here already, and the area’s been quarantined since last week. So far there haven’t been any new cases, and a few of the infected even show signs of recovery, but we’re still on edge because we’re the ones out past the no-fly zone.
We’re the ones looking for the origin of the virus.
The mission captain is smart, quick on his feet, and always good for a laugh. He’s a stocky man, a fact enhanced by his short stature, and he has a scar running down one cheek from eye to chin. Every time he laughs, his face reddens and that scar stands out,
