Two minutes after leaving the group, Al reemerged from the shadows, a huge grin on his face.
He addressed the team with a low rasp into his lapel pick-up, so as to include Preston. <<Alrighty then. Let’s go find us a never-day trid star. Whether because they think they’s all alone out here, or maybe cuz keepin’ folk out o’ doors ain’t cost-effective on Mars, they ain’t no human sentries around. So let’s vamanos straight fer the med bay…again. Ya got a graphic for us, Presto baby?>>