The Following (short)

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'Well, the Endymions trapped, the airlocks busted and we cant get to
it, i need a pilot, you up for the job?'
Keats smiled.
'Im on my way....'
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Keats had hardly gotten off the promenade before he noticed he was
being followed. He spun around nervously and found himself facing
Mark McJohn and Elian Sandoval.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"We're going with you," McJohn answered.
"What?"
"Well, you're a pilot. We're abandoning ship. Ergo we should follow
you."
Keats looked at both of them. "Now I really think that --"
He was interrupted by a heavy piece of ceiling plating falling to the
deck behind them. They all stared at it.
"C'mon," Keats said as he shrugged and motioned them forward.