“We need to get back inside,” I said, unnecessarily.
My fingers were stiff. I could barely close them around
the handles of my tools. Everyone struggled to get their equipment back into
their bags.
Initially the engine wouldn’t turnover. After the first
sputter, we all looked at each other. I could see in their eyes that they were
imagining someone finding us tomorrow, seated and frozen to death.
Everyone sighed when the motor finally roared to life. It
growled as it idled, angry at being roused. We started to drive slowly back to
the ship, accelerating as the engine warmed.
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