Warnings: Language, one f-bomb dropped;
One week into the Silver City's mission...Pilot Cadet Fletcher slipped into cargo hold two with his study notes. The others were trying to help but in truth only seemed to be making it harder. Sitting with his back to a storage bin he made it through four pages before noticing the shoe at the far end of the hold. A shoe which, once he walked over proved to be on the foot of a sleeping red headed girl who didn't look old enough to be crew. Quietly he back away and slipped out of the hold and found the nearest comm panel.
"Security, Pilot Cadet Fletcher, I think we have a stowaway in Cargo Two."
Two days later..."Is she telling the truth Doc? Is she right?"
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