COURSE CORRECTIONS

  Q watched unseen as the dropship landed on the deck of the Swiftfire’s shuttlebay.

  “Have you come to admire my work, Constance?” he asked turning to face his fellow compatriot.

  “Don’t call me that,” she replied with a scowl.

  “My dear, you would be much more fetching if you smiled.”

  She ignored his baiting. “What you’ve done has changed nothing.”

  Q chuckled. “You know the restrictions placed on my meddling. This was all about subtle course corrections.”

  “He is nothing special,” she said as she scrutinised Jonathan Masters.

  “He doesn’t need to be. All he has to be is...Human.”