The cusps of the Lunar Prospector's transport compartment dispersed diagonally and the launch shaft, a telescopic tube entwined with several rings of electro-magnetic accelerators, moved forward. The space boat of the Triix class escaped from the depths of the mine and opened three sets of its propulsion systems, heading towards the shining nebula.

Having settled down in a chair in front of the control panel, Igor Kravtsov gave the command to deploy holographic screens. Their soft light enveloped the control room. The central space was displayed in the central projection. On the sides crawled information. In one of the side active windows of the screen there was navigation data, the plotter calculated the most optimal way for interception.

- I entered the course, - Igor said after a while, - Before contact, 45 minutes 34 seconds.

“Good,” said Danchenko.

The captain's face, sullen and anxious, appeared on one of the screens.

- Take the capsule and immediately back. According to my data, there are several gravity wells in the meeting area. So go for the same vector.

- Got it, captain.

The space boat was rapidly moving away from the station. A dazzling violet flame burst from its nozzles. Engines earned in the phase mode photon thrust. Kravtsov loved the cosmocater of this class: fast, powerful and maneuverable cars. What else does a pilot need?

As time went. The object of interception became closer. Igor launched bio-scanners. Data began to arrive at the corresponding active screen window. There was definitely a creature inside that was comparable in size to a human being. More precisely with a woman of medium height and harmonious physique. Some kind of confusion was with the weight of the body, but within the limits of the permissible error. Perhaps a long stay in space was somewhat drained inside, although the supply of nutrients during the hypersna should have been carried out at the calculated rate. But this is all not important. The distance and numerous interferences, failures in the work of electronics, caused by the close location of the strongest sources of gravity were quite natural. Kravtsov was alarmed by something else: the scanner did not mark the green light inside, which would indicate that the passenger of the capsule belonged to the human race. However, the red one, which signified a different biological form, did not burn either. This could mean two things: either a malfunction of the scanner or the guest’s belonging to an as-yet-unknown species. Kravtsov was inclined to the first option. It doesn't matter if this or that stranger is in the database. If the capsule is not human, in any case the red should have flashed.

Finally, here is the capsule. Slowly floating in space, carrying an invisible gravitational flow. Kravtsov used magnetic grippers. The device was pulled and placed in the hold of the space boat in a special isolation compartment. While automatic disinfection systems studied the external state of the hull and carried out sanitization, Igor began to turn.

“I have the capsule,” he said. - I'm coming back.

“Fine,” said the captain. The hologram with his image was slightly distorted from interference. Voice transmission, also slightly failed. - We are waiting for you with impatience. And stay the same course.

* * *

Captain Dancheko, Lana Sanchez, Dr. Dannings, his assistant Kelly Milton and Antonio Scorradi were waiting in the reception hangar of the Lunar Miner. Passing through the hatch of the airlock, the spacecraft landed on a platform that would take the car back to the launch shaft. But it will be later.To begin with, it was necessary to unload the capsule, more precisely the one it contained.

Igor opened the hatch. A short but wide ramp was advanced. The delegation met passed into the spacecraft, more precisely in its hold. Kravtsov joined them and with curiosity began to observe the actions of physicians. They brought with them a bunch of all the equipment and drove the sliding box made of transparent plastic.

Igor someone touched his shoulder. It was Antonio.

- What is it, huh?

“The scanner did not show,” Igor answered quietly. - I do not know the person or ...

Dennigs connected several adapters to the capsule, then his equipment for scanning and diagnostics. Before opening the capsule it was necessary to make sure that it does not contain any harmful or suspicious substances and microorganisms. Similarly, it was necessary to establish whether the atmosphere in the room would be fatal for what may be in the capsule.

Having come to the conclusion that everything is in order, the doctor nodded to his assistant Kelly.

- Getting started. Get a box here.

“Who's inside, Dannings?” - asked the captain.

- Woman. Years 20-25.

- Who is this?

- This is to be found out.

“Will you take her out of the hyperspace?”

- Not now. First you need to find out who she is, conduct a full examination.

“Good,” Danchenko nodded. - Keep me updated.

Doctors removed from the capsule a so-called suspended container and placed it in a box. The case was a bed stretched out and convenient for a person, around which a multitude of sensors and control devices were built. On top was a transparent cover. There was a woman inside. Very beautiful, uncommon, though somewhat pale in appearance. Her hair was dark blond, her features striking the correctness of all the lines, some kind of, even supernatural harmony. She breathed measuredly in a dream, which made her full breasts, tightly wrapped in a bodice of soft white color, noticeably rising and falling. She also had tights of the same color and from the same fabric. The flat stomach was bare, as were the arms to the shoulders. She was slim, graceful, and so, strong in appearance.

- Damn, pretty, - exhaled Antonio Scraddy, closely approaching boxing, when the case began to load inside.

- Don't touch anything! - Kelly shouted at him.

- Yes, I did not even think - the guard retreated a step. - Just wanted to admire.

“A woman is like a woman, nothing special,” the nurse chuckled.

“No, there is something special about her,” Antonio shook his head. - Sexy very. Sexuality, just comes from her. Like a wave.

Igor, like all other men felt the same. Scorradi liked to talk with his tongue, most often different rubbish, but this time he was right. With a woman who was lying in a medical box now, she was drawn to having sex.

“Pick up the drool,” Kelly said to the guard.

“Why so rude?”

Kelly did not answer. She was amazed by the reaction of men. She was especially not pleased that John Dennings was looking at what had been saved, also, not with a single scientific interest. A shot of jealousy pierced the girl. She liked Dannnigs for a long time. With another man, she herself could not imagine. He seemed not to stare at other women, and Kelly cherished the hope of being with him. But he is always so discreet, official. How to decide and tell him about your feelings? Kelly had been gathering for quite a while, getting ready, almost making up her mind already, and then, as evil, she brought this beauty. Kelly herself was what was needed, but from this sleeping beast there was indeed something ... incomprehensible. Guys, just turned into males.

Having arrived at the medical unit, they placed the box in a special niche, re-connected diagnostic devices, bio-control sensors, and scanning devices.

“Now everybody get out,” said Dr. Dannings. “Only Miss Milton will remain.”

“How to find out something, immediately report,” Danchenko ordered before leaving. Lana Sanchez left with him.

- Come on, we also have business, - Antonio Kravtsov nodded. When they retired, quite loudly discussing the merits of a stranger, Dannings said:

- Miss Milton, I ask you to turn to the archival databases and find out who our guest is. Then you will help me with analyzes.

“For you, whatever, sir,” Kelly smiled charmingly. She hoped that this phrase would be interpreted by him as she would like, that is, he can count on much more than just ...