Sunshine got a walkie-talkie, shouting frantically, "Get that bird off the air now. This is Sunshine Quinn to the broadcasting center and it is not a request...." She heard more screeching and a door was slammed shut. "Is anyone there?" she barked.
"I am here." Father Nicodemus' voice came. "I flew over as soon as Zulu declared martial law. She is about to take back her words or lose her broadcasting job."
Sunshine sighed in relief. "Handle it, I am busy." As soon as she put down the walkie-talkie, she got some painkillers. Zulu was giving her a monster headache and yet she still had to report for the afternoon shift on the space ship.
Zulu's voice came through the speakers once again. "I have been told that the fat cat is not to be killed but saved. The scuffle you heard was my co-worker Lisha trying to murder me. So, there will be a change from now on. I will be going solo with my own show."
