Sheets of paper were passed forward toward the cockpit, folded and unfolded, studied closely. Alyssa caught glimpses of files and documents, but none of them made sense to her. What unsettled her wasn’t the paperwork—it was the urgency with which it changed hands, like a problem moving closer to a decision.
On one page, her name stood out, circled heavily in pen. Alyssa saw it for only a second before the paper was turned away, but it was enough. A cold weight settled in her stomach. Names weren’t circled by accident. What could be wrong? Why did they want her?