Redshirts

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    “Two, no words I can say will ever thank you, Jasper and all of you for what you have done for my family and for me. You gave me my son back, and by giving him back you have given us everything. We will stick to our end of the agreement. Everything we said we would do we will. I don’t know what else to say, except this: Thank you for letting us live happily ever after. We will do the same for you. In love and gratitude, Charles Paulson.”
    “Thank you,” Dahl said to Q’eeng, after a moment.
    “You are welcome,” Q’eeng said, putting away his phone. “A most curious message.”
    “I suppose you could say it’s in code, sir,” Dahl said.
    “Are you allowed to tell your superior officer what it’s about?” Q’eeng asked.
    “It’s a message from God,” Dahl said. “Or someone close enough to Him for our purposes.”
    Q’eeng looked at Dahl appraisingly. “I sometimes get the feeling there are things happening on the Intrepid that I’m not meant to know about,” he said. “I suspect this is one of them.”
    “Sir, and with all due respect,” Dahl said, “you don’t know how right you are.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
    “So what now?” Duvall asked. The four of them were in the mess, picking at their midday meal.
    “What do you mean?” Hester asked.
    “I mean, what now?” Duvall said. She pointed to Hester. “You’re transplanted into a new body”—her point changed to Dahl—“he’s back from the dead, we’ve all come back from an alternate reality to keep ourselves from being killed for dramatic purposes. We’ve won. What now?”
    “I don’t think it works like that,” Hanson said. “I don’t think we’ve won anything, other than being in control of our own lives.”
    “Right,” Hester said. “After everything, what it all means is that if one day we slip in the bathroom and crack our head on the toilet, our last thoughts can be a satisfied, ‘Well, I and only I did this to myself.’”
    “When you put it that way, it hardly seems worth it,” Duvall said.
    “I don’t mind cracking my head on the toilet,” Hester said. “As long as I do it at age one hundred and twenty.”
    “On your one hundred and twentieth birthday, I’ll come over with floor wax,” Duvall promised.
    “I can’t wait,” Hester said.
    “Andy? You okay?” Hanson asked.
    “I’m fine,” Dahl said, and smiled. “Sorry. Was just thinking. About being fictional, and all that.”
    “We’re over that now,” Hester said. “That was the point of all of this.”
    “You’re right,” Dahl said. “I know.”
    Duvall looked at her phone. “Crap, I’m going to be late,” she said. “I’m breaking in a new crew member.”
    “Oh, the burdens of a promotion,” Hester said.
    “It’s hard, it really is,” Duvall said, and got up.
    “I’ll walk with you,” Hester said. “You can tell me more of your woes.”
    “Excellent,” Duvall said. The two of them left.
    Hanson looked back at Dahl. “Still thinking about being fictional?” he said, after a minute.
    “Sort of,” Dahl said. “What I’ve been really thinking about is you, Jimmy.”
    “Me,” Hanson said.
    “Yeah,” Dahl said. “Because while I was recuperating from our last adventure, something struck me about you. You don’t really fit.”
    “That’s interesting,” Hanson said. “Tell me why.”
    “Think about it,” Dahl said. “Think of the five of us who met that first day, the day we joined the crew of the Intrepid . Each of us turned out to be critical in some way. Hester, who didn’t seem to have a purpose, turned out to be the key to everything. Duvall had medical training and got close to Kerensky, which helped us when we needed it and made him part of our crew when we needed him. Finn gave us tools and information we needed and his loss galvanized us to take action. Jenkins gave us context for our situation and the means to do something about it.”
    “What about you?” Hanson asked. “Where do you fit in?”
    “Well, that’s the one I had a hard time with,” Dahl said. “I wondered what I brought to the party. I thought maybe I was just the man with the plan—the guy who came up with the basic ideas everyone else went along with. Logistics. But then I started thinking about Kerensky, and what he is to the show.”
    “He’s the guy who gets beat up to show that the main characters can get beat up,” Hanson said.
    “Right,” Dahl said.
    “But you can’t be Kerensky,” Hanson