Byron nodded. “That’s good news. I just visited Mevine. He’s doing better. I appreciate the basket of treats you dropped off for him.”
“Hopefully he’s eaten some of it.”
“I think you’ve finally discovered his weakness. Maybe the boy will gain a few pounds while on Tgren.”
“Officer Byron!”
He turned toward the speaker. His eyes caught the large stack of burned and twisted metal that was once science equipment. Byron’s gaze continued to drift to the pile of damaged items as the science officer informed him it all needed to be returned to the Rennather. It would require several trips to transport all the equipment.
“And I’m sorry, Officer Byron. We can only spare one person to help load the shuttle,” the man announced.
Byron’s shoulders sagged. Two men working on that pile would require
