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Chapter FiveAS JAS SHUT DOWN THE interface screen and stood up, she concluded that going over the supply list had been even more tedious than she’d imagined it would be. The numbers didn’t mean anything to her by themselves anyway. She needed to know what they meant. Jas set off to the storeroom to speak to the second steward. The chief steward had been infected and had died during the crash-landing, but his subordinate seemed organized and dependable. She found the man snapping open the locks on the lid of a box. He looked up as she entered. “I thought you might be over,” he said. “You got the report I sent?” “I’ve just finished reading it. Things don’t seem too bad, providing the crew love freeze-dried sweet potato powder.” The second steward smiled. “I believe it was one of the mast