Chapter 1343

• MISDIRECTION
• Damn it, we’ve got to get out of this somehow,” Mil said, pacing the sealed white chamber. “And no, I do not have any handy explosives tucked in my pocket.” To his right, a port twice the size of his head displayed the alien planet below. The wrong alien planet. His hyperspace navigation had turned out to be completely inadequate to their needs.
• Lenora lounged against the opposite bulkhead, staring up at what was, despite its bizarre design, clearly a monitor: bulbous orange pods followed their every move and vibrated with each word they spoke. She said, “You might as well sit down. There’s no hurry now.”