Chapter 150

Chapter One Hundred Fifty

They descended toward Mara’s starport with a mayday message on loop and the pilot console lit red and amber. Metal screeched and groaned as the ship dropped through thick, cottony clouds.

Connor wondered if he would ever have the chance to fly on a ship that wasn’t on the verge of failure.

Sweat streamed down Yemi’s face. “Yemi walks away from landing, and Yemi rents a room with a bathtub. Yemi fills ice into the bathtub.”

It sounded like a wonderful idea after two days slowly cooking.

The only part of life support still working was the atmosphere recycler, and that couldn’t scrub out the smell of sweat and backed up human waste.

And that stench was all that kept the crew from dreaming about food and water.

“Just remember that we’re lucky to be alive.”

Those had been Connor’s message as they approached Mara. He’d spoken them just before walking onto the bridge to find most of the systems alarms flashing.