She checked her Jess tally for the day. He was still holding steady. He was like her personality, so entwined in her logic circuits that she could no more erase him than her own existence.
The DRs dragged aboard more gear per person than any other outfit, and would wear less of it than any other when they actually launched into the fray. The elite force liked to be prepared for anything but be light and mobile when they hit vacuum.
She checked on the DR team leader again. Still with Takara, which wasn’t like her. Captain Takara Olmsted had always been a full-charge woman when a mission was on.
Something else was happening.
Stella searched through what she’d observed of human behavior. Exhibited attraction signals were already at a four out of ten and rising sharply. Takara’s voice had
