Flight Engineer Hallowes studied the specialist tools slotted into the locker in the control room hoping they would present him with the remedy to the capsule’s failing water purification system.
“Think back to the orientation sessions,” urged the Commander. “Surely we covered this.”
Hallowes was quiet for a moment. “Yeah,” he said, “But remember I missed a couple – bad flu.” What he didn’t say was that he had sneaked off to Vegas for some leisure time with Lana L’amour, his latest squeeze.
He reached for the lazer cutter, hesitated, then selected the paper clip and WD40.
They would be safe.
Written in response to Rochelle Wishoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word challenge.