Captain Michael Sutton led yet
another brass tour through his ship, when he had a million better things to do.
On their way to the hydroponics bay, as he crossed the main corridor to
engineering, he blinked. Please let that
be an AI glitch.
Nope. Leaning his hand against
the wall, Sutton threw out a restraining field with a privacy screen so their
guests wouldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. He turned to the group and
waved then forward, tapping his comm unit so that Tsukiko would have
a moment to prepare. “Gentlemen, please walk on in to the bay area and
take a look around. Lieutenant Nakayama will answer any of your
questions. She is far more knowledgeable about the remarkable work than I am.
Please excuse me for a moment of ship’s business.”
Sorry Ki, I owe you one. She hated strangers
in the bay. They upset many of the plants, and it would take her hours to
return everything to order. She would be irritated with him later. He’d have to
make it up to her.
Tapping his comm
unit again, Sutton kept his voice calm. “Bioengineering, this is Captain
Sutton. Commander Mbanefo?”
“Aye, Captain?”
Mbanefo’s rich baritone replied, sounding more…unsettled…than usual.
Sutton said tightly, “Commander, have you lost something?”
Mbanefo sounded
surprised. “Aye, Captain! How did you…oh…Where are you, Captain?”
“Outside
hydroponics. With our guests. Commander, I suggest you hurry.”
“On my way,
Captain,” Mbanefo said, chastened. He was going to be more than that when Sutton
got through with him. After he took
care of his two renegades. Sutton looked down the hall and blinked again.
Three? He reached for the wall, but the thing
ducked down another corridor before he could throw out any containment. He
shook his head. Oh, no. This wasn’t good.
TBC, perhaps…
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Dogs in house:
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Houdini
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Time writing:
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20 minutes
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June word
count:
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13,204
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