“I don’t like this, Doc,” Nick said as he spread his tools out on the space beside his transceiver and made himself comfortable.
“What is it?”
“Not sure, but it’s bugging the hell out of me.” He glanced up, grinned, and winked, and I had no doubt he’d rectify whatever it was that bothered him.
With the artificial gravity activated, we were all firmly anchored to the “floor,” and he didn’t have to worry about his tools floating off and whacking someone in the head.
“You’d better not leave us without radio contact,” Ed snapped, and I sighed. We were all the best at what we did—for this mission, nothing less was called for—but I was starting to wonder why our pilot constantly found fault with our communications specialist.
Nick ignored him. He stooped to retrieve something at his feet, a
