Chapter 4p1 – The Flight Plan

The cockpit reassembled itself bit by bit, fastening a hundred billion pinpricks of light back together into solid matter. Tic Bolter felt the shimmering, buzzing sensation of his body being reconstructed. He opened his eyes.

Milly was hunched over in the copilot's seat, holding her stomach and moaning.

"You all right, kid?" said Tic.

"I hate being dimensionally folded like that," groaned Milly. "Where are we?"

"Good question. Pelly?"

"We're just outside the gravity pool of ice planet Haddock. That's where you told me to take you, after all."

"Oh, good," said Tic. "Looks like we got away clean."

"Was jumping away like that really a good idea?" said Milly. "We would've just been in more trouble if they'd managed to get a tractor beam on us!"

"Would've had to fight our way out, I guess," said Tic nonchalantly. "Pelly hasn't gotten many chances to flex her vac gens lately. She probably would've enjoyed it."

"What?" said Milly. "You would've shot at the police?"

"No," said Tic, "I would've shot at the Orbit Patrol. There's a difference. Those guys are on more than one payroll, if you know what I mean."

Milly took a moment to digest this. "Well… thanks, I guess," she said. "So, can they track us here?"

"Probably not."

"But I guess they won't really need to," said Milly. "All they'll have to do is check our flight plan."

"The flight plan said we were going to Bonmaht," said Tic.

"The beach planet? What, do you always lie on your flight plans?"

"Usually." Tic shrugged. "Bad habit, I know. Let's head planetside."

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