The first thing Lundy knew about was the stillness. A dead feeling, as though everything in creation had stopped breathing.
The second thing was his body. It hurt like hell, and it was hot, and it didn’t like the thick, foul air it was getting. Lundy pushed himself into a sitting position and tried to boot his brain into action. It was hard work, because someone had split his head open four ways with an axe.
It wasn’t really dark in the cabin. A wavering silver glow almost like moonlight came in through the ports. Lundy could see pretty well. He could see Farrell’s body sprawled out on the floor, and a mess of junk that had once been equipment.
He could see the safe.
He looked at it a long time. There wasn’t much to look at. Just an open safe with nothing in it, and a piece of black cl
