Bill Bishop took the sharpest, deepest breath he'd ever inhaled. Nine, his chest swelled, his cheeks puffed, his eyes so wide the lids threatened to regress into his skull.
Eight -
and he began.
"MA'AM I WAS FLYING WITH YOUR PILOTS AND YOUR PILOTS TOLD ABOUT THIS SCRA AND ABOUT JOINING YOUR RANKS AND -"
Five.
"- YOU CAN FIX SIRIUS AND I WANT TO AID YOU IN ANY WAY I CAN TO -"
Three.
"- TRANSFORM SIRIUS AND ITS FUTURE!"
One, and Bill inhaled sharply to stop himself from passing out. He looked at the Commisar, panting heavily. Suddenly, something clicked in his head, and his eyes shot even wider.
