Ccg 8.1.4 Access

Elara’s mind reeled. “Who?”

The inside of the pod smelled of recycled sweat and old blood. The lights flickered, weak and orange. And there, strapped into a command chair that had been jury-rigged with a dozen different life-support tubes, was Jin Sol. Ccg 8.1.4

“I know what it is,” Elara said. “I wrote the damn protocol. Ccg: Command Contingency Group. 8.1.4: Abandon all protocols. Return to point of origin. The dead are not dead. ” Elara’s mind reeled

Elara sat in the command chair. The data chip felt like a loaded gun in her pocket. weak and orange. And there

“You stupid, stubborn bastard,” she whispered.

“Set course for Earth,” she said. “Fleet Command. Full burn.”