It took three hours for us to reach our destination. As I expected, it was small compared to the other surrounding it.
A request for the password came over the intercom.
I inputted it into the onboard computer, and it was automatically transmitted.
Then, a tractor beam latched on the ship and my control panel switched off.
“I’ve lost control, do you have anything?”
“No, everything is gone back here too. Should we be alarmed?”
“I don’t think so. But stay alert.”
The habit grew larger as we approached. It looked like we were going to the main docking bay before the ship did a sharp turn to the left to a smaller one.
Feck it – This is looking very secluded. Nice place to bump us off.
The ship glided in and landed perfectly. All the hatches opened. They heard a female voice coming from outside.
“Howdy, you can get out now. We are armed, so no funny business.”
I climbed out of the ship, Tabitha did likewise. Three petit women were standing in front of us.
Not at all what I was expecting.
They were all dressed in tight jeans. A blonde woman in her forties was in the center flanked by a brunette, and a jet-black-haired woman. They were much younger, probably in their twenties.
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