Maeve waits for the communications to resume. She is sweaty and repeatedly tapping the side of the computer console. It’s been over twenty minutes since the communications ended.
She hears the clanking of steps. Someone is coming towards her.
Her mother enters with a frown, just as she had expected. “What happened Maeve? I thought we had things under control.”
“The communications abruptly ceased. I’ve tried everything I know. Things seem to be fine at this end, the lunar end seems to be the problem.”
Her mother leans back against a wall. “Well, they better get their house in order or we’re lunar dust. That moon is getting bigger all the time.”
“They will Mom. The guy I was talking to, I trust him. He’ll figure something out.”
“I hope so, Maeve. I hope so. I’m going back up. Keep me in the loop sweetpea.”
She never calls me that. Things are very bad indeed.
A cackling sound. Maeve reacts, “Is that Moon Sector C? I repeat, is that Moon Sector C?”
“This is Moon Sector C.” Maeve grinned at the sound of the familiar voice. For the briefest of moments, she wondered if he was handsome. She just knew he was.
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