This Week: Posting from "The Girls From Alcyone II: Freelancer."
FUGITIVE: Snippet III
Continuing last week's snippet (still aboard the TGV), today we find out a little more of what Dr. Farrington is up to, and what has brought him to Bellatrix. Hmm...
Dr. Farrington's hands found their way, once more, inside the pockets of his coat, digging deep, searching. His damp fingers coiled around the tiny object thrust there—if only to reassure himself that it was still there, still safe.
It had not been easy to smuggle off of Scorpii, but he had done what was necessary, and now it was his, and his alone. The tiny data module, no larger than a smoothed pebble, was crammed with vast petabytes of data—exact copies of each of the girls' Primary Control Modules from Scorpii. This was his insurance. This was his future. With this, he knew, he could name his price. Now, all he needed was time. Time to study. Time to plan.