“Hey, crewman, how do you keep from going crazy on this tub?” “Ma’am, the Galveston is no tub. If you’re getting sick of being penned up, cargo hold two is empty. The hold is stocked with sports gear and recreational material.” “Thanks, sonny. What are you doing when your shift is over? Want to have some fun?” McGuire always loved the shocked look she got when she made comments like that. She realized that she had the face of a hundred-year-old woman, but she still had the body of a twenty-year-old. Time to find the squad and go to cargo hold two and get some exercise. McGuire pressed her neck button and said, “Comm entire squad. Now hear this. I want everyone at cargo hold two in five minutes in full athletic attire or as close as you can get to it. McGuire out.” The cargo hold was huge. The synthetic surface on the deck was firm, yet not hard. It looked like the track around the hold was a 220.
