The Madame: The TraceMature

"Madame. We have the signal."

I spun on the spot, looking at the soldier.

"And you're sure?" I allowed a smile to creep onto my face, banishing it within moments.

"Completely." He passed me a computer screen, showing me the repetitive blip of the trace.

"We follow it. I want to be there for the morning."

"That's ambitious." The soldier stepped forward.

"You have to have ambition." I said, staring out into the darkness of space. "Otherwise you're just like them."

"Who, Madame?"

I placed my hand against the reinforced glass that was keeping the air in. "Them out there."

The End

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