My heart missed a beat. What the fuck?
Sinead’s freckled face had turned pale as for a brief moment she stared into my eyes.
“Tar anseo Ciarán. Cad a cheapann tú faoi seo?” Darren implored. His face had turned red and sweaty.
Oh yeah, now Darren wants me. He knows that I’m the best, even if he does think I’m a slacker. I quickly go over to his console to see what he is looking at. Darren is a balding, overweight man. I think it was his conformity to the system that attracted Sinead. Back to the day job.
I can barely believe my eyes.
“Brace le haghaidh tionchair,” I roar out.
A small ship is about to collide with the habitat in close proximity to where we are. Given the immense speeds involved, this could tear apart this section of the space habitat.
A second later, the ground beneath them rumbles. I wonder if this is my end. But a few seconds later, I am still alive. All the electronics have gone dead except for the now flickering lights.
I retained the crash coordinates in my mind and start to make my way back to my taxi.
Sinead roared out, “Cá bhfuil tú ag dul?”
But I continued on regardless. Finally, there was a break from the monotony. I only hoped for more of the same.
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