Chapter 14
The Tretan Shuttle
The air might be breathable now, but the atmosphere felt like the ocean right before a storm. Muriel floated beside Dyami, her left hand on his warm back, between the bristles. She used her toes to correct her motion and hold her position.
Dyami clutched the edge of his log-sized bench in thick hands, feet planted to drive him into action.
The scientists and the security personnel faced them from the scant protection of the shuttle seats. So far the security squad hadn’t pulled weapons, but that was only a matter of time.
Straight in front, bracing themselves on the seat backs, were Helen and Constantine. They’d finished whatever they were discussing, and then Ben had moved off to the side. He caught the seat Muriel had used earlier and pulled himself dow
