There was something about that AA woman that was seriously starting to pick at his mind. It was so much more than her unnecessarily sharp words and the constant rage in her eyes.

It was in her insinuations, the threats underneath her words, the words she chose to swallow. One could easily miss it, but Giovanni was observant. There was no other thing he could contribute to the crew besides being observant.

The ranked passengers got to work after Logan found their new shuttle. Like Langston told them before, the spacecraft sent to pick up the audacious Adams was empty and unmanned so it housed them while they fixed their original shuttle.

GIO was a huge help in listing the damage of the Inter-Galactic GG-20. Of course, the AI’s words were gibberish to him, but Giovanni read between the lines.

The Inter-Galactic GG-20 suffered significant damage which required an evacuation to fix. They needed to jump ship immediately. Fixing it while it was occupied could trigger an explosion. The recovery spacecraft must be, in one word, Godsent.

Giovanni found his way to the mid-deck to get his spacesuit. He could not help with anything but he should be prepared for the evacuation process. That he could do.

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A voice drifted into his hearing as he got closer to the metal door.

“... I am aware of that. This is all your fault,” he heard Borja say.

Giovanni knew it was her even before her voice got coherent. The rest of the crew was preoccupied at the upper deck. She must be on a call with one of the portable GSCOMs. He inched closer to the door.

“You had one job, Colonel,” she was telling someone. “How was I supposed to get the spacecraft into position?”

Giovanni frowned. Colonel?

“I’m not the Commander. What was I supposed to do?” The Colonel cut her short and she stayed silent for a few seconds. “Well, you had six different ships and still failed to kill that prick. You should not be the one pointing the finger here.”

Borja was so engrossed in the conversation that she did not bother to whisper anymore. Neither did she notice that she was not alone till Giovanni spoke. “Did you send those guys after us?”

She gasped in shock then tripped on thin air. “No! Wh—what are you talking about?”

Giovanni slammed the door shut behind him. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Borja.”

Her eyes doubled in size. “I swear this is not what it looks like.” They darted across the room. “I can explain.”

She underestimated him. Was there anyone on this flight who did not think of him as a bozo? Otherwise, why did she suddenly race for the door fully confident that she’d make it out of the room even though he was standing squarely in front of it? Borja sure had some nerve.

Giovanni grabbed her by the neck and whirled around. The metal door made a loud bang as he slammed her body against it. Her fingers clawed at his as she coughed violently.

Giovanni moved closer to her face. “This is going to be fun.”