High Moon Page #4

They haven't turned it on yet.

Then who the hell else

is stealing our helium?

Our output is down 13%

from last month.

The russians

are losing yields, too.

What do you know

about this Thurgood guy?

Small-potatoes felon.

Presumed dead in the blast,

but then showed up alive,

babbling about a flower,

the same day

his well-connected brother

coincidentally arrived.

Whole thing stinks like fish.

I'll put a word-worm

in the communications database

and see if he turns up.

Any chance you haven't

heard anything

because they found out

you're a spy?

They've had plenty of

opportunities to kill me,

and haven't yet.

Never too late to start.

Stay lucky.

You rum-running me out

in the middle of the night

is a little shady.

I don't even know you.

Why didn't my brother join us?

This isn't exactly

an official, on-the-books

sort of thing.

He's trying to help you

prove your story

without compromising himself.

That sounds like my brother,

all right.

Ground-penetrating

radar?

There's a cavern beneath here.

Well, there were

no mining tunnels

this far out, right?

Could it be part

of the sinkhole?

No. It's definitely

its own cave.

The fireball came

out of that vent there.

Maybe where there's a flower,

there's a garden.

Maybe.

You go first.

Hey, sergeant?

Sergeant! I'm gonna unhook

and go deeper.

I'm right behind you!

Sergeant, you gotta see this.

There's roots...

Or something.

Whoa!

Help! Sergeant!

Sergeant! Get in here!

Leak detected.

Oxygen level at 75%.

Oxygen level at 50%.

Leak contained.

Sergeant, where are you?

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up!

Just say it.

Stop chewing on it in your head

and say it out loud.

Do you have any idea

how this looks?

Like I was attacked

by an assassin?

Presumably because

I saw something

I shouldn't have.

Like a flower.

You stole a moon buggy,

snuck into a crime scene

and survived

another massive explosion.

It looks like

you're working for the russians.

Oh, well, that's weird,

'cause the guy who attacked me

was an Indian.

I suppose you think

I stabbed myself, too?

You did!

Yes. To plug

the leak in my suit

after I was stabbed

the first time.

That sounds insane!

Everything you're saying

is coming off like

some dumb criminal

trying to come off like

a hippy-dippy pacifist.

"I wasn't planting a bomb.

I saw a flower."

"I stabbed myself

because an Indian made me."

Alright.

Okay. Fine.

Let's pretend

I'm completely gullible

and irrational.

You've got 60 seconds

to explain to me

how a flower could

possibly grow in a vacuum.

How would I know that?

Ian, how would anybody

know that?

Even if lunar botany

was a thing,

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