"Nietzscheans call it genetic quantum entanglement," Rhade explained, "a bonding of a male and female's DNA that transcends time and space, and eventually draws them back together-"
"Give me a brake!" Harper protested. "Ok, so she remembered some stuff. So what?"
"So she was able to create a message only you could authenticate," Dylan said. "That way we know this is genuine. So now we have to decode it. And it's probably all in front of us." He rubbed his face. "Ok, she provided clues only Mr. Harper could understand, so no doubt it's meant for us. She says not to keep her waiting. So she needs extraction or a rendezvous, and time is running out. So the only question left is where."
"That looks like a drift," Beka said.
"There are 1047 drifts along the most likely slip routes to our present position," Rommie said. "We could never check them all."
"And that says nothing of the 'back roads,'" Beka put in.
"The rest of the message must provide a clue to her location," Rhade added.
"She mentioned surfing, horseback riding, and swing dancing," Dylan said. "Andromeda, replay the message at one third speed with the sound off."
The message replayed. Dylan's eyes tried to take in the whole scene. Then as the camera turned at the end, he barked, "Freeze frame. Back up to where she turns the camera away….Forward at 1/10 speed. Stop."
The image had frozen on a blurry Neon sign.
"Enhance," Dylan ordered.
The image resolved into a red Neon sign:
SUPERIOR SWINGER
"I never would have caught that," Harper muttered. "How does he do that?"
"Got it," Rommie said. "Superior Swinger is on Bifrost Drift, a Nietzschean-owned free commerce drift on the edge of Drago-Kasov space. Only three jumps away."
"Beka, lay in a course and take us to slipstream," Dylan ordered. "We have to get Sky and Sarah on their way to Cuba."
Harper snorted. "Please. She delivers Tyr's message and is on her way. Like she was never here."
'Keep telling yourself that, buddy,' Dylan thought as the ship jumped to slipstream.