This one’s definitely for long-time readers, so if you’re just passing through, don’t even bother. You’ll be totally lost.

And no, I’m not making this up just now. Matthew Pook was supposed to have written reams about Way Station 242 by now, and has yet to complete a thing—the procrastinating pain in the ass.

“Cut to the Quick”

By Joseph Manno

Jane McDonald swallowed her pride and made her play.

“I’m not asking for myself. Sam got pretty attached to all of you. The kid that stowed away now wants to be a Starfleet officer… and she’s going nuts here at 242.”

“Why not go to Cicero?”

“You know why.”

The Orion sighed.

“All right. I’ll let him know you’d like the CMO spot back …”

Her voiced hardened.

“…on one condition.”

“Which is?” Jane prodded.

“Stop insulting my intelligence; admit you’re more concerned for your career than Sam’s… or it’s no deal.”

“You bitch.”

Parihn smiled.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’”