Chapter 126

Things on board the ship turned chaotic overnight. Refugees from the planet they were supposed to rendezvous with came aboard with wild tales of marauding cyborgs-score for the home team!-and brought along specimens that required guarding, along with a whole lot of disorder that Anastasia could have done without. But none of that compared to the more worrisome news that Seth's cover was compromised.

Jerry spilled the beans. "You won't believe this," he exclaimed. "But we've caught one of the infamous spy models."

"Say again?" Anastasia looked up from her tray of cafeteria grub-off-white bland mashed potatoes covered in a lumpy brown sauce served with a hunk of something she preferred not to analyze with desiccated looking green peas.

"I said we caught a spy model, or are about to. Stanley's drugging him as we speak."