DEAD SPAC MARTYR PART THREE THE NOOSE TIGHTENS Part 24,25,
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DEAD SPAC MARTYR PART THREE THE NOOSE TIGHTENS Part 24,25,
24 “I’ve got it now,” said Tanner, his eyes red-rimmed, his face noticeably pale. He’d reached the limits of the anti-sleep medication. He had only an hour at most before either he collapsed or it started doing serious internal damage. “Let’s see it,” said the Colonel. “I should warn you—” Tanner began. “—I don’t need any warnings,” the Colonel interrupted. “Just play it.” Tanner sent the file through the screen and opened it. It started to play. Tanner closed his eyes, but once the sound started, the dim hiss of static, the images flooded into his mind anyway, made worse by his imagination and his lack of sleep. He opened his eyes and looked. There wasn’t much. The image had been broadcast through layers of rock and it was, in a sense, surprising that anything had gotten through at all. Tanner wished that it hadn’t. At first there was only the sound of static, the image itself nothing but snow. Then, little bits and pieces started to emerge. In terms of the images, it was as if the snow was taking on text…
