DEAD SPAC MARTYR PART THREE THE NOOSE TIGHTENS Part 22,23,
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DEAD SPAC MARTYR PART THREE THE NOOSE TIGHTENS Part 22,23,
22 “How long has it been?” asked the Colonel. “Too long,” said Tanner, his face drawn, his voice hoarse. “Nearly forty-eight hours now.” He’d been awake almost two and a half full days. Most of that time he’d spent trying to get in touch with the F/7. There’d been a few scattered bits, moments when somehow everything aligned to let the signal through, and so he assumed there had been moments they’d seen him as well. But it never lasted long enough for them to communicate. And then, just when he was ready to give up hope, there had come a signal, broadcasting on all bands. They had gotten only bits of that, too, but others had picked up other bits of it on other channels. Tanner’s team had gathered as much as they could and were working to sequence it all together to form something. He’d thought they’d have something by now, which was why he’d contacted the Colonel, but they were still working. “Could they still be alive?” the Colonel asked. “We already know one of them is dead.” “Hennessy?” “No, Dantec,” …
