Here’s the next episode of Space Opera.
I eyed Ostermann as she waited for my response, standing next to her in the hallway.
“What do you want to talk about?” I asked.
“It’s sensitive,” she said in a hushed tone, doing an obvious glance at her arm, the PA system showing the yellow status indicator.
“You’ve got it sleeping,” I whispered. “I don’t trust that.”
“Yours is on,” she said.
I chuckled. “Yeah, because there’s no way I’d find my way back to the hangar without it.”
“I’d suggest you turn it off, but…”
“I know, if we’ve both got them turned off and we’re being watched, the level of surveillance will increase,” I whispered.
“You’re concerned too,” she whispered back. “I thought so.”
“Let’s go to my ship. We can chat there. Turn on your PA and think of a reason for going there with me, all right?”
“I’m in charge of the cloaking retrofit, remember?”…
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