by Rachel Ayers
Adam and María had twelve hours together after dropping the skiff into orbit. There wasn’t much to do but watch the monitors. Adam was horny and María wasn’t having it, which made for a tense ride.
Eight hours into their shift, they thought they had incoming refugees. Time raced as they followed all procedures and made the proper calls, only to find a bit of debris sending outdated transmissions.
Adam propped his feet up on the control board. “Makes you long for the days when all we had to worry about was Mexicans, eh?”
María gave him a black eye.