Chapter 12

Raylay ducked into the cockpit and flopped into the copilot's seat. Relda rested her elbow against Ty's headrest.

"We need to see a reader," Relda spilled out. "It's about the ship that took the medallion."

Ty stared into the ceiling.

"Raylay..." he started, but never finished the thought.

"There's one on the western boundary of Quadrant 3. Been there with my dad dozens of times."

Relda wiggled her fingers against the headrest. Doubt turned her stomach.

"Um," she said with hesitation.

Two sets of eyes turned in her direction. She shuffled her feet.

"To be honest," she admitted, "this all seems too easy. You offered me a ride; no questions. You're giving me everything I ask, and I don't know what the catch is."

"If we were scammers," Raylay pointed out, "you're too far from home to do anything. Don't be such a princess."

She narrowed her eyes at the back of his head, and made a few short breaths that made her nostrils flare. Raylay pointed through the cockpit's front window.

"There it is!" He announced.

Relda followed his finger to, off in the distance, a silver orb porous with opening.

"That's the port?" She said.

"Go to Docking Bay 4," Raylay said across the cockpit.

"Noted," Ty replied.

And he flipped several instruments and adjusted settings. Relda prodded for the nearest cabin chair and sat at the edge. Her hopes built that somehow this database keeper would lead her to Eyan. To her clones.