The Vladivostok 1

23 Feb

Soft boiled eggs and tea…  Funny, he thought, how the first anomaly was revealed not by the on board barometers, but by a hungry crew forced to wait a few more minutes for their breakfast.

“Tea?”

“Yes, thank you. And good morning!” Frank replied, amused by Arkadi’s oddly attuned interruption. He accepted the steaming tin cup, balancing himself against the sway.

“The stars shifted again… ” Arkadi said abruptly, flicking his cigarette overboard. “Fourth time in six weeks.”

“They did that before too you know? It’s just happening a lot faster now.” Troop morale, it seemed, was his new assignment.

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