Mother Hen was waiting for us at the airlock. “That was quite the show you folks put on out there. Some damned fancy flying by that workboat of yours.” Perry put up his wing. “That was me!” Mother Hen lifted an eyebrow. “Huh. Well, you only made a few mistakes, which my tactical people will be happy to help you correct.” “That sound? That’s my ego deflating,” Perry said. I smiled at him. “Told you.”
