“You get Hallie,” Jack ordered, hauling me to my feet before turning and starting up the stairs. “I’ll go see what’s going on.”
“No, Jack, it’s too dangerous,” I yelled, aware of a wetness on my hip. Jack ignored me, bolting to the top of the stairs and disappearing down a catwalk that stretched behind the nearest envelope. “Ratsbane! Jack! My syringes are broken!”
A third blast hit, this time accompanied by the hissing sound that indicated one of the envelopes had been breached. The ship listed to the fore, forcing me to cling to the railing in order to keep from falling. A distant, more muffled explosion sounded, and I knew with a horrible prescience that someone had fired on the Tesla.
I swore under my breath as I half ran, half slid down the stairs. Two more crewmen raced past me, n
