Chapter 8
“Stupid, contrary thing!” Turlach whacked a blank section of the satellite’s casing with the socket in his hand, the deep clank of metal satisfying the deep well of frustration he carried for weeks. The Kosmos wasn’t exactly broken, it was just a problem with the injection relay made integration into the Station, a hassle he was better off without. If he thought they didn’t need it, ‘Lach would’ve jettisoned the bloody probe into the Earth’s atmosphere and been done with the whole mess. All this fuss because of a fancy fuse box.
“Problem?” Saito’s smooth murmur was almost in his ear, but it took him a second longer to realize his voice was coming from behind him, not from the comm he wore like it was glued in place.
He turned and offered an uncertain smile to Saito. The other
