The Council seem to have have swallowed whole the line I sold them about Thorne - that it was kill her or let her fall into alien hands. If I'm honest with myself, I killed her to keep my soldiers alive - but they don't need to know that.
In the end, they were more concerned about the UFO that got away over Brazil. So am I.
Work on the alien containment facility can begin at last. We've also had a stroke of luck, stumbling across a steam vent below the base that could solve our power problems for some time, with a generator in place.
Everyone is restless, fractious. Research want their containment facility built. The vets want wounds healed, freedom from the infirmary. The rookies want action, fools that they are. And Skybuck is the same, prowling the corridors impatiently, eager for the next bogey on the sats.
As far as I'm concerned, the X-rays can keep us waiting as long as they like.
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