Shawn Martinez

through the affectionately named dead zone. Tensions between Cait and Rhys had eased and their working rapport had reverted to a casual ease where they were able to talk freely with no lingering unease about their fraternisation. Maybe it was knowing that he could approach her that made him less prone to frustration, or maybe he had just been having a bad day that day when she’d let him masturbate onto her. In any case, they were both able to get on with their actual duties, as often monotonous as they might be, without getting on each other’s nerves. So far nothing had turned up on the sensors with respect to the missing vessel. No sign of the vessel or any debris or chemical compositions that would suggest explosions or escape of gases. For all Cait knew the vessel