Ellie crested the hill out of breath and more irritated than she had been when Monica’s call interrupted her sleep.
“What the hell–”
“This is Jordon,” interrupted Monica. She indicated the skinny black kid standing next to an impressive amateur telescope.
“Ok,” said Ellie. She liked being Monica’s de facto second in command most of the time. Most.
“Tell her,” said Monica.
Jordon read Ellie’s expression. “Let me show you,” he said and pointed to the eye piece.
Ellie sighed and bent down to look. “What–? Oh. Oh shit.”
“Yeah,” said Monica.
“It’s a satellite,” said Jordon. “A manmade satellite.”