
WHEREIN Tactical Miscalculations Lead to an Unfortunate Overreaction
The bridge was absent its usual cheerful banter as they closed in on the two craft.
“Grif…” Amys kept her voice deliberately neutral. “Since we have the time I’d like to go over a few charts with you.”
Grif almost smiled in spite of himself. She didn’t want to argue with him in front of the crew. “Don’t worry about making a scene, Amys. We’re all friends here. Speak up.”
Amys paused, considering whether to take him up on his off...
Published on October 25, 2013 02:00