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  be my partner.”

  The murmurs began again, wondering who ended up having to partner with Deke. Deke

  silenced everyone with a whistle. .

  “Congratulations, Mr. Jameson, you are my partner this trip down.”

  On the opposite side of the mess hall Terry leapt to his feet, “I’m not your partner! I

  already have a partner!” He scanned the crowd, looking for someone. “There he is.” Terry

  pointed at Merrell.

  Deke smiled widely. “I’m afraid you are incorrect. Mr. Gustav signed up to be Ms.

  Vasquez’s partner.”

  Terry sputtered in surprise. “That’s impossible.” He turned toward Merrell. “Tell him,

  you idiot, it was a mistake.”

  Merrell blushed as he suddenly became the center of attention.

  “Sorry, Terry. I just figured that you would partner up with Link or Junior. I did sign up

  with Jacinda.”

  “You are an idiot. Why would you sign up with Rags?” “Stop calling her that,” Merrell barked at Terry with surprising anger.

  “Whatever, just set it right.” Terry stared daggers at Merrell.

  Deke stepped forward, interrupting Merrell before he could respond.

  “I’m afraid the assignments are final, Mr. Jameson. You are my partner and that is the

  way it is going to stay.” Deke turned away from Terry, stopping any further argument.

  “Enjoy tomorrow, people, but take the time to review the expedition rules in your

  datapads. I don’t want to have to remind anyone about how to behave once we are in the bush.”

  Just as he did in their previous meeting, Deke motioned for the crowd of children to part and left

  the room.

  The children all watched the door for a moment, making sure that he was not coming

  back. Once it was certain he had left for good the room broke out into a party. Children ran

  everywhere, celebrating their last bit of freedom before they set out for their great adventure on

  Forrestal. The only one who did not seem to be celebrating was Terry Jameson. He sat near the

  edge of the mess hall, arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

  After a few minutes, the room settled down. Small groups of children gathered together

  excitedly discussing tomorrow evening’s drop onto Forrestal. Terry watched Devon and his

  friends from his solitary perch in the corner. He stared at them in anger, as if trying to burn them

  with nothing more than his gaze. After almost an hour of being ignored, he shook his head in frustration and stalked out of the room. Nobody paid any attention as he left.

  Chapter 8

  Devon whistled for Sammy. The trunk ambled out of the cabin behind its master, with

  what almost seemed like excitement. Flim was waiting for him in the hallway with a big grin on

  his face. “Let’s go, Devon. You and your dog are holding us up.” Flim had a small backpack

  over one shoulder.

  “I’m coming, Flim.” Devon eyed Flim’s backpack with skepticism. “Is that all you are

  taking?”

  “It’s all I need,” he replied with a wink.

  They stepped onto the nearest pedway. Other groups of children streamed toward the

  docking level of the ship. Each had luggage of some sort. Most had large backpacks, but some,

  like Devon had automatic luggage.

  “Are Merrell and Jacinda meeting us at the drop ship?” Devon asked.

  “That is what she said yesterday.” Flim winked and grinned from ear to ear. “They spent

  the afternoon together getting to know each other.”

  Devon had been busy almost all day with Blake Foundation business. There were lots of

  people who had wanted to talk to him before he departed for his trip down to Forrestal. He hated

  formalities, but considered them a necessary duty to his family and their business interests. He

  had been eager to spend more time with his friends, but could not until now.

  “So, what did you do while I was busy? Devon asked.

  “Oh, I entertained myself.”

  “That didn’t include spying on Jacinda and Merrell, did it?”

  “Just for a bit, but they are boring…” Flim suddenly realized he had probably said too

  much and blushed.

  “It’s okay,” Devon reassured him, “I’m sure you were just making sure that Merrell

  wasn’t playing a joke on her by signing up as her partner.” “He is actually a lot smarter than he looks. And he was being very nice to Jacinda. I

  think he likes her.” Flim grinned again at his last comment.

  Devon and Flim shared a short laugh. The other children glanced at them, wondering

  what joke the two had shared.

  “So, did you do anything else? That doesn’t sound like it took very long.”

  Flim tried to suppress a smile, but failed. “Ah, let’s just say I helped somebody pack for

  the trip.”

  “Flim, what did you do?” Devon shook his head, having a vision of Flim exchanging

  someone’s tropical underwear with wool long-johns.

  “Nothing bad, just a bit of creative cuisine,” Flim said, acting hurt that he could be

  accused of misbehavior.

  Devon stifled a look of disapproval. He hoped that Flim had not done anything mean.

  He thought he knew who had been the target of his friend’s shenanigans, but it was too late to

  worry about it now.

  The pedway dropped them near a very large doorway. Jacinda and Merrell waited there.

  Merrell excitedly waved as soon as he saw them.

  “Hi, guys. Are you ready for the drop to Forrestal?”

  “Hi, Merrell,” Devon waved back. “I’m ready. How about you?” Devon looked from

  Merrell to Jacinda. She gave him a funny look, and then waved too.

  “Oh, I’m all set,” Merrell said excitedly. “Jacinda and I spent all afternoon deciding what

  we should take. We have it all planned out. What to wear, what to eat, we thought of

  everything.” Jacinda interrupted him. “I’m sure that Devon isn’t that interested in our packing.” She

  hurriedly changed the subject, seeming embarrassed. “So, Flim, is that all you are taking?”

  “Like I told Devon, It’s all I need.” He winked at Jacinda who smiled meekly.

  A high-pitched note rang out, rescuing them from an awkward silence.

  “Everyone aboard,” Deke’s voice rang through the crowd of children gather near the

  door. “I assume that everyone followed the equipment list in your datapad. If you didn’t, then it

  might be a long trip.”

  The children moved in a group through the door, which led into the hanger bay. The bay

  was dominated by a sleek looking craft that had a rounded bottom and stubby looking wings. A

  picture of an anvil held up by a tiny parachute over the words “Going Down?” covered the nose

  of the craft. Stewards were directing the children toward a hatch that had opened in the bottom

  of the drop ship. Each person’s luggage was taken and stowed in another hatch as they boarded.

  “Get ready to be stowed,” Devon told Sammy. Several people looked at him as if he

  were being silly. They did not realize that his luggage followed his verbal commands. This

  made Flim smile.

  “Can he roll over too?”

  “Sure, but he doesn’t fetch very well.” All four of the friends laughed. They waited their

  turn to board. Once on board, the crew seated them, everyone in a seat next to their partner.

  One female crewmember, to which all the others were deferring, motioned for Devon and

  Flim to come to the front of the drop ship. She motioned
for them to take the very front row.

  Jacinda and Merrell were then seated directly across the isle from them.

  “I hope these are satisfactory, Mr. Blake,” she asked. He nodded, looking uncomfortable with the extra attention. Devon scanned his

  surroundings. He had never been on a drop ship before, but had read enough to recognize most

  of the important differences between this ship and a regular spaceship. The seats were

  comfortably padded and large enough for adults, offering plenty of room for the children. A

  large, rigid safety harness was positioned above each seat. Before the actual drop, these

  harnesses would be lowered over each passenger and locked into place. These were designed to

  keep each passenger safe during the rough, atmospheric entry for which the ship was designed.

  Everything else on board seemed to have been designed to be solid. Devon knew that this was

  necessary because of the stress that dropping into an atmosphere put on the ship. Drops could be

  very rough, depending on the speed of the descent and the conditions in the atmosphere.

  “Don’t worry, Mr. Blake. She is a good ship,” the crew chief assured him, as if she could

  read his mind. “We have done hundreds of these and nothing has gone wrong. You’ll be asleep

  anyway.”

  “What do you mean, asleep? Devon asked.

  “We are equipped with sleep-wave generators. All of you will be sleeping like babies

  during the descent. The flight crew will be asleep as well. The pilots will be the only ones

  awake during the drop. It makes it easier if they don’t have to worry about the passengers.”

  “I thought that we would get to see the entry.” Devon’s face showed disappointment. “It

  sounded like it was going to be like the biggest roller-coaster ride ever.”

  “It’s a lot rougher than any roller-coaster. I don’t even like drops, but it is part of the

  job.”

  “Still, I wish I could be awake.” “I’m sorry Mr. Blake. Those are the rules.” The crew chief patted Devon on the

  shoulder. The firm hand helped reassure him.

  After a few more minutes all of the children were seated and their gear stowed in the

  cargo hold beneath them. The soon-to-be explorers chatted quietly with their partners,

  wondering what Forrestal would be like. Their conversations were interrupted by a voice over

  the intercom.

  “Okay, people, we are scheduled to drop into Forrestal’s atmosphere in approximately

  five and a half hours.” Everyone immediately recognized Deke’s voice.

  “This is a routine drop, so no need to worry. Just to make it easier on everyone, you will

  all be asleep for the drop.” A few protests could be heard throughout the passenger

  compartment.

  “That is the way it is, people. So, no need to complain. The crew will engage the sleep

  wave generators at 2200 hours, so take care of any final business quickly, if you know what I

  mean.” A wave of giggles ran through the seated children. Everyone knew what he meant. A

  handful of students got up from their seats and moved toward the bathrooms in the rear of the

  craft.

  “So, buddy, you ready for the big fall?” Flim asked Devon.

  “You bet. I just wish we could be awake.”

  “Not me,” Flim answered. “I don’t need that kind of excitement in my life.” Flim leaned

  across the aisle and tapped Jacinda on the shoulder. “What about you guys?”

  “Sure, I love this stuff.” Jacinda nodded as she spoke. “We had a zero gravity elevator

  in our colony that is a lot like this. Every once in a while they would let all of us kids ride it, but

  only on special occasions.” Merrell looked less sure, his face filled with worry. “I really don’t like heights very

  much. I’m glad I will be asleep.”

  Their conversation was interrupted by a loud voice. “It figures that you’re scared. Is that

  why you signed up to have a girl as a partner? So you could look tough by comparison?” Terry

  Jameson stood in the aisle behind their row. There was no way to tell how long he had been

  listening.

  “Go away, Terry! Go bother somebody else.” Merrell was red-faced with anger.

  “Shut up Merrell. Nobody cares what you think, least of all me.”

  Jacinda put her hand on Merrell’s shoulder, keeping him from standing up and

  confronting Terry.

  “Mr. Jameson, why are you out of your seat?” Deke’s voice boomed loudly in the

  enclosed cabin.

  Terry whirled to find Deke Jacobs standing right behind him.

  “I was chatting with some friends,” he answered.

  “That’s enough jawin’. If you’ve taken care of your business, get back to your seat. The

  sleep-wave generators turn on in fifteen minutes.” Deke’s look left no room for argument. Terry

  turned back for a moment and glared at the four friends then headed back toward his seat. Deke

  moved to the side, letting him pass, but there was no sign of backing down by either party.

  Deke waited for another fifteen minutes and then motioned for silence. Satisfied that

  everyone had taken their seats, Deke addressed the children.

  “We are going to lower your harnesses and engage the sleep-wave generators

  momentarily. When you wake up we should be in the atmosphere over our landing zone. From

  there it should be smooth sailing. Any questions?” He waited for a few moments before continuing. “Okay, then let’s get this show on the

  road.” Deke walked back to his seat next to Terry and sat down with a sigh.

  The crew made a quick pass through the cabin making sure that all personal items had

  been stowed. The crew chief signaled the pilots that everything was ready. With a soft whir, the

  safety harnesses slowly descended from the ceiling. As they neared the seats a red scanning

  laser ran over each child, measuring each for a perfect fit of the harness. The safety harnesses

  locked into place with a thunk, molding themselves to their occupant. There was hushed silence

  for a moment and then the cabin was filled with a low frequency hum. The sleep generators

  located in each harnesses began to hum deeply. The low rumble could be felt deep inside,

  causing everyone’s stomachs to flutter for a moment. Then, everyone strapped in their seats was

  enfolded in deep sleep.

  Sure that everyone was asleep; the crew busied themselves with a few last-minute tasks

  and then strapped themselves into their own harnesses. They soon joined the students in deep

  sleep. The pilots stayed awake, monitoring the progress of the Boadicea, ready to get underway as soon as they reached orbit above Forrestal.

  Chapter 9

  A piercing whistle jarred Devon from a deep sleep. Wind rushed by his face, making it

  difficult to gain his bearings. The ship shook violently, making it even more difficult to focus.

  After a few moments, he realized that the whistling was coming from wind whipping through the

  cabin of the drop ship. He immediately knew something bad had happened.

  Devon forced his head to the side to check on his friends. Flim looked at him in terror,

  his eyes pleading. From where he sat, he could not tell if Jacinda and Merrell were awake. Devon could not imagine anyone sleeping through the chaos and noise, but if their sleep-wave

  generators were still operating then they could still be asleep.

  The ship bucked again, clacking Devon’s teeth together. From his place in the front row,

  he could not see how the rest of the exp
edition was faring, but if everyone else was being thrown

  around like him, he felt sorry for them. With effort Devon turned his head the other way, trying

  to glimpse something out of the small window. Blue sky and clouds raced by at an amazing rate.

  The shaking increased and the whistling of the wind was accompanied by a new sound.

  The sound of roaring engines rumbled under the shrill wind, but it did not sound right. The

  engines stuttered, not the constant, reassuring howl Devon expected. A claxon rang out through

  the ship, even louder than the engines and the wind. From the corner of his eye, he caught the

  flash of green through the window.

  Before what that meant could register, the ship slammed to a stop. For a moment there

  was utter silence, then came the sound of moans and frightened voices. The cabin lights

  flickered for a moment and then went out. Devon could see Jacinda and Merrell immediately

  stirring. He struggled with the safety harness for a moment.

  “What are you doing,” Flim asked his voice on the edge of tears.

  “I have to check to see if anyone is hurt,” Devon responded, his voice more confident

  than he felt.

  “Won’t the crew do that?”

  Devon hesitated for a moment. If they were okay, the crew would already be hard at

  work helping everyone. Suddenly the harnesses relaxed in unison and rose up, freeing the

  passengers. “I’m just going to go check to see if I can help out.” He winced in pain as he slipped

  around Flim and into the aisle. His shoulder was sore, but he could live with it. With the cabin

  lights off, the only light came from the small windows next to each row of seats. To make things

  even more difficult, dirt swirled through the air of the cabin from several broken windows.

  Devon checked the door to the crew cabin but it did not budge. It must be locked from the other

  side. He banged on it but there was no answer. He thought for a moment and then decided that

  he needed some help and started toward the rear of the ship.

  He checked everyone as he made his way back. Everyone was confused and upset, but

  nobody seemed seriously hurt. Near the rear of the ship he finally found Deke. Deke was sitting

  in the window seat, still seemingly asleep. He had a large, purple welt on his forehead and the