Luke Parillo had sent the urgent interstellar message over a week ago requesting assistance. Sometimes it still galled him not to have a starship at his disposal any longer. Not that he'd ever admit that to anyone. It wasn't finding the corpses that had so unsettled him. It was finding thousand-year-old corpses in the midst of Earth technology from a hundred years in the future that really set off alarm bells. And Parillo lacked the means with which to investigate. Parillo kept at his work because that was the only thing keeping him sane while he waited. On his hands and knees on an anti-grav unit a centimeter above the ground, he used the fine brush to clear away dust from what had been, thousands of years ago, a breathtaking mosaic tile floor. "Captain Parillo." "I know that voice," Luke Parillo looked up from the ruins he was excavating with such painstaking slowness. A smile spread over his face as he got to his feet. He stepped clear of the work area and brushed his hands on his trousers to get rid of some of the dust.
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