5
Mina and Markov were both pointing hand-guns at me as I cracked open the Pendragon back in the Dead Reckoning’s airlock.
“Do not move!” Mina ordered, double-grip tight on an old Colt .45. Her voice was coloured by a slight quaver, but her aim was rock solid. Lucy floated in the background, face a mixture of bafflement and joyful curiosity.
I ignored Mina and turned to Jack. “Check your hull sensors.”
“For what?”
“Elevated rad levels on the port thruster.” I undid the straps and floated free of the suit, arching my back and working the ache from my limbs.
“I said don’t move!” Mina’s aim shifted to my forehead, sweat beading her skin.
“She needs to calm down,” I advised Jack.
“It’s OK,” he told Mina quietly, placing a hand on her forearm, easing it down. “We’ll play this out for no
