Chapter Eleven
Isla Asteroid Base: Heron Prime
Hamade Dos strode along the polished stone floor of the corridor. The lights flickered, casting eerie shadows on the contrasting rough-rock walls. He passed by two technicians repairing an electrical panel before turning left into a small room filled with equipment.
Lesher stood when he entered and silently nodded to him. Hamade glanced at the two-headed Tiliqua, who looked up from where he was soldering a circuit board, and then he studied the slender woman standing in front of a tall cylinder. She was softly speaking to the moving mass of dark matter inside the tank.
He waited for her to finish. The dark mass strained against the glass, trying to burst through it. Hamade could see her shimmering eyes in the glass’s reflection.
“What new
