Chapter Fourteen - Desperate
Scattered in his sight range through the viewport, Jones analyzed the growing field of self-contained boxes. Each one of the museum exhibit rooms separated from the structure like a water droplet from a fountain. Except their paths didn’t arch like a fountain stream would—they drifted out in all different directions. Then the unexpected happened. Each container, originally white like the museum’s interior, turned dark as night. And with deep space as the background, they all seemed to vanish.
“Damn,” Jones whispered to himself as he coasted the ship closer to the disappearing cluster of scattered boxes.
“We’ll find them,” Aura reassured.<...
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