night.â
âCookie is already putting together a tray for us, Kris,â Nelly reported.
With a sigh, Kris stood and began to make her way off the bridge. Behind her, a gunnery mate second class slipped into her vacant station and began to download Krisâs data.
Her team was waiting for Kris by the time she reached her private retreat. Captain Jack Montoya, Royal USMC and head of her security detail, had taken the seat to her left. There he had a clear view of the door and anyone trying to enter. Professor mFumbo held down the other end of the table. Heâd come alone.
Abby, officially Krisâs maid, was to Jackâs left, fiddling with the tray of goodies . . . and also where she had a good line of sight on the door. Abby was a crack shot who even the Marine detachmentâs Gunny Sergeant could only match shots with.
Penny, the staffâs intel expert, had taken the seat to Krisâs right, which put her back to the door. If something evil got as far as that without her knowing it was coming, sheâd consider her job a failure and the mess something for the Marines to clean up.
To Pennyâs right was Colonel Cortez, Krisâs defeated foe and ground-tactics advisor. Right now, he pursed his lips in reflection. âIâve never been around when a galactic war got started, but that sucker didnât leave you any choice but to shoot. Very aggressive behavior.â
âIâm glad to hear that somebody else feels the way I do,â Kris said. âBut I need to know what actually happened back there and who was doing what to whom. There are too many unknowns and unthinkable things that leave me scratching my head. I do not like that. Not at all. Penny, will you take the lead on forensics?â
âI expected youâd want me to. Iâve had Mimzy capturing some of the raw feed off the boffinsâ video take. The wreckage is in much bigger chunks than I would expect had a reactor failure been involved. With luck, weâll have something bigger than atoms to examine. Professor, I hope youâll excuse me for having my computer do what one of Nellyâs kids can do so well.â
The professor scowled at the request for forgiveness. He had been offered one of Nellyâs âchildrenâ when Krisâs computer got the biological urge to gestate. His initial experience had been something less than sterling, and heâd returned the gift.
He and Captain Drago, both.
The boffin could not be happy to have Penny using the same secret weapon that he had declined in order to steal a march on his people.
âDo what you will. But remember, what might look like something at first blush to an amateur may have a totally different meaning when examined patiently by a trained expert.â
âA good point that we will keep in mind,â Kris said. âSo, Penny, what are your first observations?â
âGive me a minute,â Penny said, her unfocused gaze aimed in the general direction of the overhead. Pennyâs ivory skin seemed to pale almost to translucent as her breath slowed.
Usually, this kind of first glance would have been done on one of the wall screens for all to see and comment on. Instead, Penny held whatever output she was getting to just herself and her pet computer, Mimzy. The computer feed colored the contacts of Pennyâs eyes but was private to her.
The minute Penny had asked for stretched into two. Then three.
Kris began to get edgy; this was her first initial alien contact. This was humanityâs first new alien contact in eighty years. The last one had gone horribly wrong.
This one looked to be going along the same downward path.
Kris didnât much like the trip. Worse, Kris didnât like that this one was her responsibility.
Just as Kris was about to open her mouth, Pennyâs gaze dropped from the overhead. She took a deep breath. âOkay, I think I can see how to brief this.â
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