Johnson knew he was annoying the younger man, who so obviously lived by the regulations in the Colonial Officer’s Manual and lacked the imagination to understand why he was doing this.
Nobody knew very much about the Sargasso area of the void; only one thing was certain: if a ship was caught there it was doomed in The Graveyard Of Space.
Inconspicuous in his half of the room, which was dark, Henry Walters watched his partner fraying down into tatters like a mooring line caught between hull and dock.
