VIII. Say the Words
The bridge of the Dauntless Courage appeared on the viewscreen again. Colonel Brian Mayhew was still in the captain’s chair and he still didn’t look happy.
“Come to a decision, Patel?” he grunted.
“Actually, I have. You’re not going to have Mikhail and you’re certainly not going to have me.”
In response, Mayhew rolled his eyes. “Come on, Patel, you know that you don’t have a chance. We’ve launched boarding pods and they’ll reach the Freedom’s Horizon in…”
“Approximately five minutes and forty-seven seconds,” a random member of the bridge crew supplied, before focussing on his console again.
“Even if you and Grikov were at full strength, there is no way a small and untrained crew can stand against our boarding parties. So be reasonable. This does not need to end in
