Still muttering, he hefted himself over the lip of the dish and slid down it's interior slope, ducking quickly into the relative shelter of the antenna array. A quick dig through the tangled wires revealed the home-built resonant injector spliced into a communication line - his secret link to the orbiting station and the key to his escape plan. The screen lit up as he placed his hands on the control points, but before he could begin a sharp voice rang out. "Lee? What the hell are you doing out here?"

"Kenta?" he asked, and was answered a moment later as she squeezed into the tight space beside him. With one glance Kenta took in the glowing screen, the pile of tools and Lee's terrible attempt at a poker face. "You're up to no good - better start talking fast. The egg-heads expect me back soon, and I'm sure they'd like to know what you're doing tapping our coms!"

Lee considered his options. Trying to lie his way out was likely to fail - Kenta might not have his knowledge, but unlike the rest of the team she would not be thrown off by some meaningless techno-babble. He didn't have it in him to hurt her, and running away was utterly pointless on this empty planet. Coming clean was the only other choice. While he didn't relish the idea, the long months in close proximity with Kenta had convinced him that if anyone else could understand it would be her. Taking a deep breath, he began: