Just Another Day, Part 3
Stowing away on a space freighter was hard work. It took patience, caution and the ability to never, under any circumstances, leave a trace. So the boy quietly took the grill off the vent shaft and crawled in. Leaving no trace meant many things, never taking a noticeable amount of food, keeping your possessions to a minimum, and most important not crapping wherever you please. This was the problem with most stowaways, they made a hovel. But the boy was smarter than that. As he arrived at the vent debris airlock, he took a deep breath. There was plenty of oxygen in there, but this was a force of habit that was hard to break. He punched the green button and headed in. It was business as usual. After pulling his pants back up, he loosened the access panel on the door. Still feeling a little off from the morning's dark thoughts, he stared at the wires for a moment. Damn it. Was it the blue wire or the green wire that he needed to cross with the white?
The blue wire.
turn to page 83
The green wire.
turn to page 38