“Good, good.” She got her pinky out of her nose, and it had that damn booger stuck on the tip! Finally, this had been killing her all day. “Great!”
“Glad to hear you’re pleased, miss Petra. I am on it, as you Americans like to say.”
“We do that a lot, yeah.”
There was one thing still missing. Okay, two things. One, was the equipment she needed to get to the Shiny. And two, she needed to find a drill. Not just any drill, but a space-drill.
What was the difference?
Heck if she knew.
She went into a local Black and Decker. “Hello,” the employee said.
“Hello. I need a space-drill.”
The employee forced down a smirk. “A what?”
“A. Space. Drill.”
“You mean a heavy-duty one?”
“No, I mean one that works in space.”
“To do what?” the employee deadpanned.
“To drill. In space. You know…” P
