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The SlipGate bubble slid to a stop in a dark place that Jack didn’t recognize. When it popped, he felt the squish of something soft under his feet. He had to revise his initial assessment; he had been to a place like this before. This huge, cavernous chamber was just like the tunnels he had seen underneath the moon. Only those had glowed with a soft, blue light. The walls here were a hellish red.
Summer was nervous, and he couldn’t blame her. His skin was still burning with the sting of a thousand tiny pinpricks. His skull was throbbing, and he felt like he would pass out five seconds after crawling into bed.
Jack frowned, turning his head to inspect his surroundings. He blinked once. “So, where are we?” he inquired. “Is this an Overseers ship?”
“In a sense,” Isara replied. “We are
