Whodunnit?

Only five of us made it to the escape pod. We peered through the viewports at the cataclysmic destruction of our spacecraft as we spun away into the Deep Black. It had been a deliberate, traitorous act - some mole undetected amongst the crew - and we knew that the saboteur had to be on board. We exchanged suspicious glances.

I studied the others closely. The second technician was looking particularly nervous; fidgeting and sweaty. The navigator didn't meet anyone's eyes for long.

I sat back, thinking hard. Which one of them would be the first to guess it had been me?