"Conversion" |
| Jacob slammed his palm violently on the console and cursed. "This conversion will never work, the fuel mix is all wrong." He removed his glasses and sighed, "I guess there is nothing else we can do." Stephen shrugged. "We tried and that's all anyone could ask of us." "Well that's no consolation. you better let him know." Stephen grabbed his headset. With a heavy sigh he flipped the transmit switch. "Ground Control to Major Tom............" WC 75 CC 369 |