Morgan Selwood 3: A Victory Celebration - Plot & Excerpts
said Loren, shaking her head emphatically. Chapter One Steam rose from Jones’ food pack, filling Curlew’s tiny common room with the aroma of beef stew. “That’s one month down.” He took the container out of the warmer and brought it the two steps to the table. Morgan glanced up at him, still chewing, as he sank down on the bench opposite. She swallowed her own food. “Yeah.” One month’s worth of the existing food supply gone. Another month, maybe a little longer if they rationed even further and then perhaps they’d be fishing Tariq’s body out of the cargo hold, wondering if a bit of cannibalism might be in order. The thought made her gag but at least it was an option. Running out of air—that was something else altogether. She speared some more synthetic plast-food from her own food pack and lifted it to her mouth. A staccato bleeping shattered the silence. She flung her fork on the table, leapt through the forward hatch into the bridge and dropped into the captain’s chair, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and tension, hope and apprehension.
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