This is the 69th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.
For the Good of the David, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 8th February 2013
Word count: 873
“Are the Russians with us on this?” Colonel John French asked the young man.
“They have concerns, there’s a lot of risk, we are on a space station,” Luke said.
“We all know the chuffing risks, but are they in?” French asked.
“They are, but they have a price,” the young man said.
“Vodka?” the retired colonel asked.
“Vodka,” Luke agreed, “But they’re fine with you being in charge of the operation. They’ll provide everything they can.”
“God love the Russians,” the colonel said.
The operation was not fast, and keeping it a secret in community as small as the David Space Station in L1 orbit, was increasingly difficult. However the participants pressed on.
It was a full time job for French, a retired colonel in Britain’s Royal Engineers, also known as Sappers, as he worked to keep the operation safe and discreet. The Colonel had retired to the space station for health reasons, but now his life was filled with purpose again.