Bab 202: Hiding the Ship

"Will you rescue the old man?" John asked as he sipped his alien blend of coffee.

"Yes. He's important to the mission," Robert replied.

"You need me to come with you."

Robert smiled, "I don't have the authority to ask you, John, but I can certainly relay your offer to our superiors."

"I would definitely help," he replied.

Robert nodded, his eyes twinkling, "I'll see what I can do."

John leaned back on his chair and noticed Dalia's furrowed brow, "Are you okay?"

"Fine," she muttered, "I was just thinking about something."

Robert cleared his throat, "If you guys will excuse me, I have some things to attend to. It's been a pleasure meeting you, Dalia."

"Same here," Dalia replied.

"Here, call me with your System Comms," Robert gave John his comm details and left, and John stared at his empty mug.

"What's wrong, Dalia?"

"Nothing..." she lied, but her voice was weak and strained.