EightA few minutes later Machuzak badged them into the central hub. No one was in evidence at this hour. Nathaniel removed a safety key from the interlock, pocketed it, and at the push of a button the heavy door to the tokamak bay swung open.
From their brief acquaintanceship, Nathaniel would have guessed that nothing could silence T. J. D’Abro. But standing on the test-cell floor, gazing up at the colossus covered with its cables and plumbing, at the monstrous crane hanging above it, all on a scale more appropriate to Vulcan’s forge than to a human workshop, she frames no questions, no witty remarks escape her lips. For himself there is: six months, saboteur.
After a few moments of stillness, the young woman shook her head and gulped. “Why don’t we have a look at that whatever-you-calle
