“Drew, I need to have you lock the miners down to travel. Start the prelims on cryo,” Marc ordered.
“How soon are we leaving?”
“As soon as we can get shipshape.”
Matisse saluted sharply. “We’ll be ready, sir.” Grinning, he turned to leave. “Wish me luck with a new miner. Tall, redhead, green eyes, great body….”
“Since when do you need just luck, Drew? You need a damn miracle!”
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