Tuesday 13 September 2016

A COUPLE MORE OF THE LAST PAGES OF 'REACH FOR MARS.'

“We were hiding the firearms so nobody could find them.” I told her,
“Why? Who did you think would be looking for them?” she asked,
“No one—it was just a precaution. It’s never a good idea to leave firearms lying about the place you know.” I answered,
“Might I suggest we move this conversation off the street and into your living room?” Nick interjected. So we walked back toward our place with the women following right on our heels.
Meanwhile, Mel continued, “I mean, why didn’t you just leave them locked away on T-2? It seems like they were safe enough there!”
“Yeah, Nick. Why didn’t we? What were you thinking? Look at the trouble you’ve got us into!”
“Well, at least they’re safely stashed away now.”
“Oh, yes indeed, and a third of the crew knows where they are hidden,” I replied.
“They won’t tell anyone.”
“They’ll tell everyone—they’re women. Gossiping is their favorite pastime, you idiot.”
In the heat of our discussion, we had forgotten that they were right behind us, but we were quickly reminded of that fact when we each got thumped in the back by our respective spouses.
“Another fine mess you’ve gotten me into, Stanley!” I said in my best Oliver Hardy voice as we walked into the house.
Nick and I made drinks and took them into the lounge area, handing the girls theirs as we sat down.
“So what is all this with the firearms, where did you get them from?” Sammy asked.
I explained it to her.
“But I don’t understand—they handed them over voluntarily, so why do you feel like you need to hide them?”
“No reason I suppose; it’s just a precaution. Besides, firearms and pressurized aircraft are not a good combination at any time. I thought it best to remove them from the starship. You know what a stickler I am for OH and S protocols.”
“Now why didn’t you come up with that excuse in the first place, Drew?”
“Why didn’t you, Nick?”
“Codswallop! You two really are the biggest clowns I have ever met. Sammy and I were laughing so hard when we saw you two trying to sneak across the lawn in front of these windows without being seen that it slowed us up catching you. You would have attracted the attention of a blind person.”
“Well at least a blind person couldn’t recognize us,” I claimed in our defense.
“I wouldn’t be too sure of that! Who else would it be but you two idiots?”
The conversation went on like that for a while longer until Nick and I were finally able to change the subject to more important issues.
“Sammy, we were amazed at the rate of growth and health of all the plants, crops, and trees in the short time we have been away. What is your secret?” I asked.
“I wish I had one. As Mel has discovered, the Martian soil is high in all the essential nutrients and elements necessary for healthy plant growth, but that doesn’t explain the extremely rapid growth that we’re seeing here. It must have something to do with those three elements that we can’t identify. If we could break down their composition, we could duplicate them.”
“Uh oh, it sounds like the girls are going to talk shop,” Nick said. “Shall we go to the kitchen and chat?”
“Yes, by all means, let’s do.”
“So far, so good—the combined crews seem to work very well together,” Nick said as we entered the kitchen.
“I would definitely say so. It would have taken our crew at least three weeks to accomplish what the combined crew did in less than six days. I can see us racing forward in leaps and bounds from now on,” I replied.
“In all seriousness, as you have spent eighteen days with them on the return journey from Earth and therefore know them far better than I do—do you feel any reservations about trusting them totally?”
“No, I don’t. They are still very traumatized by all that they have been through over the past months, but they are good people. We can trust them totally. Also, let’s not forget that we saved them from certain death. Presumably that would score us quite a few brownie points with them. And then there’s the fact that we will all be working toward the same goal: survival.”



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