Leo walked deeper into the living quarters, his boots clicking softly on the linoleum floor. He passed a doorway and froze as a sudden burst of sound echoed down the hall. He crept toward the noise and peered inside. It was the crew’s recreation room. A large television mounted on the wall was blaring an action movie on a loop.
Bright car chases and explosions flashed across the empty leather couches, casting long, dancing shadows against the steel walls. He checked the adjacent cabins. In one room, a cell phone was plugged into the wall, its screen lighting up with a missed text message. In another, a pair of boots sat neatly by an unmade bed.
The sheer perfection of the ship made his skin crawl. It was like a movie set where the actors had suddenly vanished into thin air. There was absolutely no logical reason for the crew to have fled this safe, dry fortress.