![]() ![]() Finally, Hugh and Simon got up from the table and starting loading the dishwasher, moving like a well-rehearsed team. NOVA REMEMBERED LITTLE ELSE about the conversation over dinner, most of which revolved around the Council’s plans for ongoing community outreach programs. Someone to admire, to respect, to emulate. Nova forced a close-lipped smile, though her heart was sinking from the implications of his words, and what she had become in the eyes of the Renegades. You know, Nova, a lot of the people in the organization are starting to look up to you-the young ones especially. “We’ve gotten a lot of last-minute sponsors and it’s pulling together to be a nice event. “I had that exact thought a few hours ago,” said Hugh. “Gala?” she said, trying to remember what day it was. “Are you going to the gala tomorrow night?” asked Simon, and Nova was so lost in her speculations it took her a moment to realize he was asking her. Just like the Captain himself, his weapons were … well, extraordinary. ![]() As her electrolysis experiment had suggested, that box wasn’t made out of normal chromium. ![]() Only if it was made by the Captain himself, she suspected. Would that work? Would a weapon made of the same material be strong enough to destroy the box? Nova’s pulse quickened, the start of an idea whispering deep in her thoughts. ![]() No one’s gotten to it yet, and no one ever will.” Or I could make a sledgehammer to take to it, if I was feeling destructive. ![]()
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