beat them with a fork in a glass bowl. He then put bread in the toaster and poured two glasses of orange juice. He put one of the glasses in front of me. I took a small sip.
“ Have you read the mission brief?” I asked.
“ I glanced at it yesterday,” he said.
“ Did you see anything about a Phoenix 5000 that went missing?”
He glanced up at me. “A what now?”
“ A Delta class Stellar Command craft that I think went missing.”
He pulled out his com link and brought up the holographic display of the brief. He scanned through it. “Sorry, but I don’t see anything in the brief about that. Maybe you were looking at some old news?”
“ You won’t find it on the computer system,” I said. “I think somebody deleted it last night. I was looking at it one moment and the next it was gone.”
“ Curious. Did you report it?” he asked.
“ I talked to Wendy last night, and she said she’d look into it.”
He nodded. “It was probably a glitch. The AIs build the briefs and find the correlations. It’s likely they had associated data incorrectly and simply corrected it.”
He served up the eggs and bacon and brought them over to me.
“ What’s that smell?” I asked.
“ Crap!” He rushed over to the toaster and popped it. “They’re burnt to a crisp.”
I took a bite of eggs. “No worries.”
Chapter 6. Max
I opened my eyes groggily when I smelled bacon and eggs, and I saw Miranda and Tyler sitting at the small table by the window with nearly empty plates.
I stretched and rolled off of the hide-a-bed. “How nice! You made breakfast,” I said to Miranda.
“ Actually, Tyler made breakfast,” she replied.
“ I just returned from Mylar 5 and haven’t gotten used to twenty-four hour solar cycles yet,” Tyler said through a bite of eggs. “I’m still on a 500 hour cycle. So I ran to the nearest convenience store and bought breakfast.” He gestured to their empty plates. I knew he was a quarter Yungen and a quarter Schwartzen, but I was starting suspect the remaining half golden retriever.
I was confused. “Nearest convenience store? It was night time and we’re in the middle of nowhere. They don’t have all night convenience stores out here.”
He cleared his throat. “It was thirty miles each way.”
Miranda patted his hand. “That was so sweet of you.”
“ Yeah, sweet,” I muttered to myself. I began scrounging around the kitchen. “Is there any left?”
“ Um, I think there might be some toast in the toaster,” Tyler said. “It’s a bit on the done side.”
The toast was charcoal black and tasted like burnt carpet, but I ate every bite. “Very thoughtful,” I said with my mouth full.
Miranda hopped up from the table, too chipper by half at this early hour for my tastes. “We have a busy day. I’m going to get ready so we can get out there and start our investigation.”
“ Oh yeah,” Tyler said. “I scouted the site for signs of non-earth life but came up with nothing.”
I stopped licking off Miranda’s plate. “You what?”
Miranda paused at the bedroom door and turned. Her brow furrowed. “It was agreed we’d go in the daylight, when it would be easier to look for evidence.”
“ I know. I know.” He held up his hands. “I was up all night and just thought it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek.”
“ You could have disturbed evidence,” Miranda said.
“ There really wasn’t anything to see,” he replied.
“ Well, we won’t know now, will we?” I asked.
Miranda gave a sigh, grabbed a bag from her room, and then went into the bathroom. Moments later bathwater began to run.
“ That was a really dangerous thing to do,” I said to Tyler. “There could have been hostiles at the site.”
“ Yeah, you’re probably right.” He scratched his chin. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to be more careful.”
Miranda stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a large fluffy orange towel. “I don’t think I’m doing it right. Can you help me in