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every Carpathia whim.
David dug his secure phone from his pocket and punched a speed number.
“Corporal A. Christopher,” he said. “Director Hassid calling.” He covered the
phone and told Mac, “Your new cargo chief for the Condor.”
“Do I know him?”
David shrugged and shook his head. “Yes, Corporal Christopher. Is the Condor hold
accessible? .. . Excellent. Be ready for us.... Well, I can't help that, Corporal. You
may feel free to speak with Personnel, but my understanding is that you have no say
in that.”
David held the phone away from his face and turned it off. “Hung up on me,” he
said.
“Nobody likes the cargo job for the two-one-six,” Mac said. “Not enough work.
You trust this guy?”
“No choice,” David said.


Buck had temporarily moved his computer to the kitchen table and was rapping out
a story for The Truth when Rayford returned from his morning walk. “Hey,” Buck
said. Rayford only nodded and stood at the top of the stairs to the cellar.
Buck's resolve nearly left him. “What's the plan today, Ray?”
“Same as always,” Rayford muttered. “We've got to start getting walls up down
here. And then we've got to make the shelter invisible. No apparent access. Where's
Doc?”
“Haven't seen him. Hattie's in the•”
“Other side, of course. Training for a marathon, no doubt. She's going to wind up
getting us all killed.”
“Hey, Dad,” Buck tried, “way to look on the bright side.”
Rayford ignored him. “Where's everybody else?” he said.
“Tsion's upstairs. Chloe's on her computer in the living room. Kenny's napping. I
told you where Hattie is; only Floyd is AWOL. He might be downstairs, but I didn't
notice him go down.”
“Don't say he's AWOL, Buck. That's not funny.”
It was unusual for Rayford to chastise him, and Buck hardly knew how to respond.
“I just mean he's unaccounted for, Ray. Truth is, he hasn't looked well lately and
looked awful yesterday. Wonder if he's sleeping in.”
“Till noon? What was the matter with him?”
“I saw a little yellow in his eyes.”
“I didn't.”
“It's dark down there.”
“Then how'd you see it?”
“Noticed last night, that's all. I even said something to him about it.”
“What'd he say?”
“Some joke about how honkies always think the brothers look strange. I didn't
pursue it.”
“He's the doctor,” Rayford said. “Let him worry about himself.” That, Buck
decided, was a perfect opening. He could tell Rayford that he didn't sound like his
usual compassionate self. But the moment passed when Rayford took the offensive.
“What's your schedule today, Buck? Magazine or shelter work?”
“You're the boss, Ray. You tell me.”
“I could use you downstairs, but suit yourself.”