Gail hid in the supply closet with a kettle of hot water. She could hear Mr. Abernathy approaching and calling her name.
Bill couldn’t believe Cal had dragged him out to the middle of nowhere. The sun was setting and the air was turning bitter cold, too cold for any man to sleep outdoors.
Red swiped his access card at the terminal. He was locked out of the admin console, again, which had started flashing an alarm signal. Tiny blips representing his crewmates were disappearing one after another.
Paul’s suit of armor clanged as he shifted his weight in the lobby chair. He believed wearing it made a strong statement. Here is a dashing and daring man who deserves a promotion, he thought.
Dex never wanted to go to outer space. He was a ground tech. Keyword: ground. As in his feet were planted on solid earth.
“I’m having a very special dinner and there’s one seat left at my table,” he said. “Who would like to attend my feast?”