"Got any of that champagne left?" Adam asked.​

     "I think there's still a couple gulps. The rest of it got spilled." 

​     "Pour us up, then. There's no reason to let it go to waste."

​     The champagne glasses were still intact as well. Tana filled two glasses with what was left of the Dom, and they toasted each other as the shining sun glistened overhead.  

     "Here's to life," Adam said.  

     They clinked glasses to life.

     They downed the champagne, then pitched the glasses into the ski-sled.

     "Okay, so..." Adam continued. "You were going to ask me..." 

​     "Uh, what."

​     "You were halfway through asking me a question about...the first part of the quesion involved me staying so...so...staying so...something."

     "How do you stay so cool, Adam. I guess that's what I want to ask. I mean, in the last fifteen minutes we should have been killed at least fifty times, yet here you've hardly broken out in a..."

​     "What's the fun in panicking? Anyway..." Then, Adam spoke to someone else who wasn't Tana. 

     "Claudia, where are you?"

​     "I should have a Stargod there in five minutes, Adam. In the meantime..." 

     "Yes?" 

     "I've got a visitor."

     "Who?"

     "A mister...Valtair?"

     "My goodness. He's there already?" 

​     "He's about to announce himself. He's got an armada with him of about a dozen jets and warships."   

​     "You do keep your hands full, don't you?"

​     "I'll have to get back to you, Adam. Like I said, look into the sky and your Stargod should be..."

​     "Oops, gotta go, sweetheart."

​     Adam turned his attention back to Tana because she, now, had a weapon aimed right at his midsection.

CONTINUE