Authors: Patrick Kinney
Lunar Colony
POPTROPICA
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ISBN: 978-0-698-15955-6
adapted by Patrick Kinney
cover illustrated by Angel Rodriguez
illustrated by Abraham Evensen Tena
Chapter Seven: An Unforeseen Event
Chapter Thirteen: Lunar Surface
Chapter Fourteen: Medical Facility
Chapter Fifteen: On Salerno’s Trail
Chapter Seventeen: Number Four
Special Excerpt from
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The words flashed brightly across the computer monitor, but Commander Rachel Salerno was too busy to notice. Instead, she sat hunched over her workstation, poring over the mountain of notes, maps, and drawings that littered her desk.
“Where are you, Number Four?” she mumbled to herself. As the only astronaut remaining on the moon, she talked to herself a lot these days. True, the lunar facility felt quiet and lonely without the chatter of the other astronauts who had once lived and worked with Salerno, but at least there weren’t any distractions now, especially when she was so close to finding what she was looking for.
“I know you’re out there,” she said, her brow
furrowed. Suddenly, she noticed something in one of the pictures, a detail she’d missed until now. Barely able to contain her excitement, she grabbed a page of notes from the pile of papers. Looking back and forth between her notes and the picture, she let out a gasp.
“Of course! If my calculations are correct, then Number Four must be located in the Northeast Sector! But where?” she asked, her voice echoing down the empty hall of the barracks.
As she pondered this question, she sat back in her chair and, for the first time, noticed the blinking words on the computer monitor. With a click of the mouse, she retrieved the message from her in-box. As she read, her sparkling eyes grew dark.
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ALERNO, AGAIN AND AGAIN YOU HAVE DISOBEYED MY ORDERS
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OUR INSISTENCE ON IGNORING YOUR DUTIES AND CONTINUING THIS SILLY QUEST OF YOURS IS SIMPLY UNACCEPTABLE
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S I’VE SAID BEFORE, THIS IS NO TIME TO BE SEARCHING FOR LITTLE GREEN MEN
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OU ARE ADVISED TO GATHER YOUR BELONGINGS AND PREPARE FOR YOUR RETURN HOME.
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“So, McNabb’s sending someone to get me, is he? I’m on a ‘silly quest,’ am I?” Salerno put her face in her hands, feeling much like a cornered animal. For a moment she sat still, weighing her few options. At last she sat up straight and looked defiantly at the message on the computer screen, as though she was looking at McNabb himself. “No, McNabb, you can’t stop me now, not when I’m so close to finding Number Four!”
And with this, she left her workstation and began making preparations for her escape.
