“We’ll be docking with the Flotilla in three hours,” a voice announces. I still haven’t figured out which of the crew lends her voice to the announcements. “Report to stations for instructions.” I roll over, and my empty stomach keens. Two minutes later, someone pounds on the door. “Cas, I know you’re in there,” Swift calls. Her voice is choked and hollow, like she’s holding something back. She’s probably holding a lot back. “Captain wants you on the bridge. Got you some food and shit. Leaving it here. See you in five.” I wait until her footsteps fade down the hall before crossing to the hatch and yanking it open. Sitting outside in a neat pile is a water bottle, a few protein bars, and a set of clothes that, under closer inspection, appear to be almost folded. I gather them up and lock the door behind me. I make my way up to the navigation tower a few minutes later, still chewing on the protein bars, which must have been sitting in the Minnow’s stock for all five of the years that Swift’s been aboard this ship.
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