inconceivable amount of energy and huge leaps in technology, far beyond anything human tech had ever achieved. And if the starship’s builders could do that, there was no telling what their weapons could do.
Victor inserted a bolt into his drill and moved to the next hole, noticing that the hole was slightly off its mark. He looked up and saw that Mono had fallen asleep. The bracing cable drifted lazily away from Mono’s open hands, and his arms floated limply beside him. If not for Mono’s boot magnets, he probably would have drifted away from the ship.
“Mono,” Victor said sharply.
Mono jerked awake, suddenly alert, eyes wide. He grabbed the bracing cable and pulled it taut. “Sorry. I’m awake.”
“No you’re not. You’re exhausted. And I don’t blame you. I’ve pushed you way too hard today.”
“No, no. I’m fine. Really. I’m good now.” Mono blinked his eyes in an exaggerated manner and shook his head to force himself to stay awake.
“Three more bolts,” said Victor. “Then we’ll go inside. It’s already an hour into sleep-shift. You should be zipped up in your hammock.”
“I’m fine,” Mono said, though Victor could tell from the look on his face that if given five more seconds of silence, the boy would be asleep again.
A message from Mother appeared on Victor’s visor. “It’s late, Vico. Bring Mono inside. His mother’s worried.”
Victor and Mono finished the install, collected their things, and hurried to the airlock. Mother greeted them inside with containers of chili and two hot arepas wrapped in a cloth. Victor wiggled out of his pressure suit and sucked the first taste of chili up through the straw. It was hot and spicy with finely minced peppers the way he liked it.
“Perfect as always,” he said.
Mother scowled. “You’re not winning me over with compliments, Vico. You’re in trouble. Mono should have been in a bed an hour ago.”
“I’m not tired,” said Mono, though he was barely keeping his eyes open.
Mother smiled. “No, you’re as perky as a jackrabbit.” She frowned at Victor. “You’re not resting and eating like I told you to, Vico. You need eight hours of sleep a night. As does Mono. He’s nine years old.”
“Nine and three quarters,” said Mono. “My birthday’s coming up.”
“You’re right, Patita,” said Victor. “I’m sorry.
Mother squinted. She always got that suspicious look in her eyes whenever Victor called her by the nickname he had given her as a child, as if he were concealing something. “Did you even go to bed last night, Vico? You weren’t in your hammock this morning.”
Victor bit into the arepa. It was hot and buttery. “I slept a few hours in the workshop.”
Mother sighed and looked at Mono. “And what about you, Monito? Are you learning anything from my son besides rebellion and disobedience?”
Mono’s mouth was full of arepa. He said something, but it was unintelligible.
“He says he sleeps like a baby,” said Victor. “Eight hours a night.”
Mono smiled and nodded to show Mother that the translation had been correct.
“At least one of you minds,” said Mother.
Victor kept quiet. He knew Mother wasn’t really angry. She knew the work they were doing needed to be done. She just didn’t like it.
“Father should be the one getting the tongue lashing,” said Victor. “He’s sleeping less than I am.”
“Oh don’t you worry,” said Mother. “He’s heard plenty from me today already.”
All of them had been working feverishly since the Council meeting, Father more than anyone.
“The Italians should be getting the laserline about now,” said Mother.
Victor nodded. “Still no word from the Juke ship?”
Mother shook her head. “We should have gotten a response by now, at least an acknowledgment of message received. But so far, nothing. Selmo thinks they pulled out before they got the message. They’re not showing up on our scans anymore.”
“Or maybe they got the message and shot back to Luna, fleeing for their lives,” said Mono.
“Then at least we got the message to someone,” Mother said.
“We should have told everyone,” said Victor. “We should have told the whole world ten days ago.”
She nodded and put a hand on his arm. “Just promise me you’ll sleep more.”
“Only if you promise to make this chili more often.”
“Yeah,” said Mono, smacking his lips. “Sabroso.” Delicious.
Victor’s handheld beeped, and Father’s voice came through. “Marco and I could use your help out here, Vico. If you’re done with that pebble-killer, send Mono on to bed and come give us a hand.”
When not working in the mine, Marco had been helping Father in recent days, joining him outside to build the ship’s defenses.
“I’m here with Mother,” said Victor. “She can hear you. She’s giving me the skunk eye.”
“I don’t want to leave this thing half installed overnight,” said Father, “and these new parts of yours are being a little finicky. Tell your mother I need you.”
“Tell your father he’s in big trouble,” said Mother.
“She says she loves you dearly,” said Victor.
Mother rolled her eyes, and Victor knew then that she wasn’t going to argue.
“I’m on my way out,” said Victor.
“Can I come?” said Mono.
“Absolutely not,” said Mother. “I told your mom I’d have you go straight to your hammock, and that’s exactly where you’re going.”
Mono looked ready to object, but a quick look and stern finger from Mother made Mono think better of it. He let his shoulders sag and launched up toward the hatch. When he was gone, Mother put a hand on Victor’s shoulder. “Please be careful, Vico. When we’re tired, we make mistakes. And you can’t make mistakes outside. Even little ones.”
“I’ll be careful.”
Five minutes later he was outside with Father and Marco, his lifeline stretching out behind him to the cargo bay.
“We rebooted,” said Father, gesturing to the newly installed PK. “But it’s still not coming online.”
Using his heads-up display-or HUD-Victor blinked his way into the ship’s computer to pinpoint the problem. He wasn’t a coder, but he had learned enough code to manipulate it when he needed to accommodate modifications. By the time he had uncovered the glitch, tweaked the code, and brought the PK to life, another hour had passed. Marco and Father were nearby, bolting one of the new armored plates onto the hull. The metal had come directly from the dig site, where the smelting machines had been modified to make them. There had been a lot of discussion on the ship about using the metal, with some people insisting that they send the metal directly to Luna with the rest of the minerals to build up more income. In the end, however, Concepcion had sided with Father, and the smelters had been making additional plates ever since.
Victor joined Father and Marco and began helping them secure plates to the hull. He couldn’t hear the drill in his hand, but he knew the vibrations would be making noise inside the ship. Most people were sleeping, so if the sound was loud enough to wake them, Victor was sure he’d get a message in his helmet telling them to stop. After several more hours of work, no message came. Initially, Marco made the time pass quickly by telling old mining stories, some of which were so hilarious that Victor and Father had laughed until their stomachs hurt. It was the first time Victor had felt any sense of normalcy with an adult-other than Mother and Father-since Janda’s departure.
Eventually the stories dried up, however, and the three of them fell into a silence as they worked. They could stop at any moment, of course; Father and Marco had only started installing plates to keep busy while Victor worked on the PK. With that done, there was really no reason for them to be out this late. Victor stood up to suggest that they call it a night, when something in the distance, down on the surface of the asteroid, caught his attention. A flicker of movement, a streak of something out of the corner of his eye. Victor squinted into the darkness, straining to see. He blinked up the magnification feature on his helmet and zoomed his view down to
