At the Synthesis Loom.
It was the night before the mission. The air in the room was filled with the serious feeling of what was about to happen.
Jonah and Vanessa were working together. They were making the final touches to a small, crystal sphere, which was about the size of a car. This was the Runic Cockpit, the most important part of the mission. Tomorrow, they would be inside that sphere, wrapped in Nomad's body, and launched into space.
Click.
Jonah's hand began to shake as he tried to connect a small power line. His fingers felt heavy, and his mind, which was usually sharp and focused, was a million miles away. He took a deep breath, but that didn't help to calm the fast beating of his heart.
He tried again. His hand paused just over the connection port.
Vanessa, who was working on the other side of the cockpit, looked up. She had been moving fast and exactly right. She saw the worried look on his face and how tensed he was.
