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Noah’s bouncing over Armstrong Crater when the comm starts buzzing. He answers, expecting a tirade from Gord. It’s Mimi. His chest aches. She’s supposed to be checked into the hospital for treatment. She looks different on the comm screen, too. Plump, healthy, face framed by ink-black curls. Mimi usually wears her hair straight.
“Thank God!” she cries.
Noah’s so confused by Mimi’s appearance, he can’t even look at her, so he studies the navcomp instead, angry again. Virgo Escarpment is twenty-five kilometers south. Hell, he overshot. The controls on this new hopper are too damn sensitive. He’ll have to get Gord to show him.
“Dad! How did you get out of the center?” the face on the screen yells. “Look, I need you to release the autopilot to me. We’ll bring you back home, okay?”
No, if he doesn’t finish this job for Arkady, there’ll be hell to pay.