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Lady Coconut Belle
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The LEM is just this one room, the flight controls, windows, and the hatch and cabinets behind me.
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Well it would be the LEM, had it not been shot and crashed into the Lunar surface. Other than that, the nearest is hostile, being the British establishment.
One of China's bases is only a few miles further. I may have a chance if I could radio to them, but I would need something to boost it. Suit radio can't do it, and the LEM is in no fit state.
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They may think I'm dead already.
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It might save me. Or they may kill me.
Who knows what may be happening back on Earth.
If Mission Control knows that we were shot down, there's about to be one hell of a diplomatic incident.
I keep my M17 clutched tight, watching through the LEM's little triangular window.
More silhouettes appear on the crater rim. Four total.
Lining up my rifle's scope with the window, I use the magnification for a better view.
Two of them are setting up a rappelling line, the others standing by their sides with weapons in hand.
I can just barely make out the insignia on one of their shoulders.
A blue and red roundel with a white lightning bolt.
British. BFU. Hostile.
The blood in my veins feels cold. I hope to God that Finn can find us on the CSM's scopes and radio for help. But for now, I'm on my own. Rappelling the crater rim will take them a while, and if I have any time to act, it would be now.
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