Saff told the assembled humans in the canteen. “Sixteen of them have not filed any information regarding their origins or purpose, eight have filed inaccurate information, and the remaining twenty-three have filed information that corresponds to both our deuterium findings and their tracked flight routes.”“So people lie,” Cenredi remarked. “Tell me something I don’t know.”“Forty-seven possibilities,” Quinten muttered. “That’s not bad but it’ll take time to go through them all, one by one, and there’s no guarantee any of the crews on those vessels will be co-operative.”“There is another way,” Saff added. “While the Perdition depends on limited supplies, due to our extensive hydroponics system (and small ship population), other vessels are not so fortunate.”Cenredi snorted. “You mean, they don’t have green stuff coming out their ears like we do?”If Saff noted the sarcasm in his tone, she ignored it. “Precisely.”“How many peas can three people eat?”
