6
We found Harry Red Wing throwing up outside the entrance to the power relay station on Yang Two. There was a thick cordon of uniforms around the building and the sweat-rain was coming down heavier than usual.
“Bad, huh?” I asked Red Wing.
He braced himself against the wall, breathing deep, voice hoarse. “f**k you, Alex.”
“Always a pleasure, Harry.” I led Janet through the cordon, eyeing the power station entrance with a novel sense of unease. Red Wing was every bit as jaded as I was and it had been a while since my calloused gaze had fallen on something vile enough to make me lose my lunch.
“OK?” Janet asked and I realised I’d paused. The entrance seemed very dark all of a sudden.
“Sure,” I said. “Just wishing I hadn’t eaten.”
The power station interior was dimly lit with police i
