Here’s the next episode of Space Opera.
JJ and I took the spiral staircase down to the crew deck. The halls were smaller, the floor an industrial matting with magnetic capability in case of gravity failure. Deacon’s large frame appeared from the right side. He motioned us over.
“Deacon, JJ Ostermann,” I said as we got to him.
“It’s a pleasure,” Deacon said, extending his hand. “Glad he left the paging system on.”
“How advanced is this device?” JJ asked, lines of worry on her face.
“You’ll have to be the judge of that,” Deacon said. “It’s right down the hall.”
We got to the door of crew barrack three, following Deacon inside. Caraway was there, guarding the scene with a spiker in his hand. I nodded to him.
“Hello, Captain.” He stood aside so we could look in the locker, with its door hanging open.
JJ glanced at me. “May I?”
“Please,” I said, watching as…
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