Deepdrive [antikvár]

1 Success often depends on the screwups of the competition, Soph thought as she examined the dark bulk of the spaceship Argent. The Argent had beaten Soph's team to Venus by more than a month but still hung in orbit, silhouetted against the protective dust clouds, farther from its goal than ever. "Her second atmospheric shuttle is gone. Just like you said." Kun took a moment from his contemplation of the dust charts that floated around his head to examine the Argent. Soph wished he would leave that to her. Getting them safely to the surface should have been his sole concern. "Yes." Soph didn't bother to teli him that it had been her irritating ex-husband, Lightfoot, who had told her that the Argenf s second atmospheric shuttle would be down on the surface ahead of them, probably at their intended destination. She hoped that didn't mean she'd have to reevaluate all the other things he had told her. "Shit!" Kun took her mind off the Argent. "Ah, that's not the kind of thing you like to hear your pilot say." Soph loosened her grip on her crash cocoon's webbing.