Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you got at least one thing you wanted. :)
It's kinda short (big suprise) but I was really trying to publish it by today. Enjoy!
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"I don't get it."
"I don't think you get a lot of things, Nathan."
"You know what, Aimée?" He made like he was going to hit me, but Nathan's a wuss, so he didn't.
"Quit, you two. Honestly! I need to start slipping Benadryl in your drinks to get you to calm down! Good grief. But back to the subject at hand. I think this was outside work."
"Meaning?" I asked.
"Meaning someone is messing with our communication system."
"Well why?"
"Gosh Nathan, if I knew that, I'd be taking care of it, now wouldn't I?"
"It was an honest question, you don't have to be an ass about it."
"You don't have to be stupid about it."
"Did you seriously just call me stupid? Takes one to know one!"
"ENOUGH, YOU TWO! MY GOD, YOU ARGUE MORE THAN AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE! Nolan. What is your problem? Are you bipolar or something? You were a decent being in the Goodwill, but now you're a total jackass. I'm tired of it, so you need to explain yourself. Now."
He looked livid and spat out,
"Why should I have to explain myself to a murderer!?" He stormed out of the room, making as much noise as possible. I was seriously wondering if guys got PMS on that planet. Not to mention the fact that he implied I had acted upon homicidal tendencies. I will never understand guys. Even ones from another solar system.
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The next day brought a very frosty atmosphere in the transporter room. Nathan told me the coordinates of a shop that had the part, in the heart of the dusty city, and I brought them down 100 feet away. I figured that they would spend a little time haggling with the store owner, so I ran down to Cosmos to get some juice and a muffin. I wasn't gone five minutes, but when I walked back in, I was frantically being screamed at.
"Aimée, get us the hell out of here!"
"Are......listening?...Now!....49.798N, 12.31E..."
I sprinted to the panel, my finger flying to the right button, so I could talk.
"Stop moving! I'm trying to get you up here!" I yelled back.
"Can't...they have..."
I kept trying. Remembering how Nathan taught me how the DNA sample in the databanks could be used to track the source, I used Nathan's to track them, and then figured out their trajectory and speed. But it was hard, because the sand and dust reflected the beam back up at me. And of course, they weren't staying at the same speed. I finally decided to beam the whole group up, and call back up.
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