25
“Lost some of your mer-people getting here,” Lucy told me via the comms array I’d salvaged from my abandoned suit. “Had to ditch our suits a few decks back. Looks like Vargold sent most of his trained people to guard the engines.” Her cam-feed played over the cavernous expanse of the Jason Alpha’s engine room, huge magnetic generators and power relays the size of trains. A number of bodies were scattered about, including two with silver-grey skin.
“Phaedra?” I asked.
“I’m here.” She stepped into shot, her face showing the strain of recent combat. “Erik isn’t.”
I swallowed commiserating words. Sympathy wouldn’t help just now. “Grieve later. We have a job to do. Lucy, how long to run the hack?”
Lucy’s cam hesitated before swivelling towards another body, this one still alive and prop
