42The prospect of another brain and a set of hands sent relief surging through me. I really didn’t want to deal with the damage Palmer had left as Aidan Redding versus Yet Another Universe. Seeing those feet, I didn’t care if they belonged to an engineer or a Portal guard, Congolese or Montague, crew or child or knife-wielding maniac.
Although a medic would be nice.
With the hollow numbness in my side, a medic would be wonderful.
They could take over. I could take a nap.
I kept going, scanning the control-studded walls for anything that looked like a hard-wired network connection. A comms panel. I would have settled for carrier pigeons. Anything that let me call for help and get this chunk of metal out of my guts. With the suit’s faceplate down, the fire suppressant’s stench burned my
