Charlie Lindstrom’s reentry and first days out of hyperspace, back to 22nd century Sweden, haven’t exactly gone to plan.

 

Aside from becoming the richest pilot in Europe after an accounting error put 68 years salary into his account (after only 210 days interstellar),  he’s out on the streets and out on bail with charges against him for murder in the first degree. 

 

He also wants answers on how his wife disappeared while frozen in a Cryo-Pod. Not that he expected to be single all over again with a stack of coin to his name. Facing his own execution by electric chair for the cold blooded slaying of his mission's entire international and interplanetary crew.

 

And by decree of an uninvited purple jury. 

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Charlie never voted on that. 

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If only the alien occupation in Stockholm didn’t make the Finnish look so good.