Chapter 15

Aleks felt sick. He had woken up that morning after a few measly hours’ sleep feeling like it – fever, nausea, the works – but he still turned up for work that evening. He drained his fifth cup of water that hour to dampen his dry throat as he pointlessly manned his station at Mission Control, but the churning feeling all the way from his oesophagus to his bowels persisted. It wasn’t because he was sick, he knew that for sure. It was because he was going to risk everything he had ever worked...