His pale face, eyes sunken with grief, told Bassan all he needed to know. Navent hadn’t made it. He returned the man’s clasp and Liron’s, sympathy flowing from his mind. A nod of acceptance acknowledged him.
You helped save my daughter, Rence thought, caressing Liron’s face. She released Bassan’s hand.
A warning blasted from the double doors. Everyone pressed tighter against the wall.
There’s barely enough room for a shuttle. How many can fit on a shuttle? Thirty if they stand? There are hundreds of people on this ship.
A clamp locked around his heart.
I must succeed. Or half these people will die.
Zendar, how close are you to the hangar?
Hard to tell. The corridor is packed.
Fight your way through.
Alarm stirred in his friend’s mind. We have to get off before the probe gets here,
