CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
ZETH STRUGGLED WITH his thick, black protection suit as he stepped from the vehicle. He heard a dull call behind him and turned to see Rel. He could barely hear his partner through the damned helmet he wore, his breathing sounding impossibly loud as it echoed in his ears. He hated these resing suits. The recycled air inside the helmet was too dry, and he was sweating copiously beneath the stretch-plastic.
“Hey,” he said to Rel as he drew close. The rain outside had lightened to a drizzle and fell over them gently, the ever-present gray cloud cover adding to the gloomy mood. Zeth passed Rel the two carry bags containing their protection suits.
“Get dressed. The car’s waiting. It’ll take you back for the blood test.”
“Ya good?” Rel asked. He handed one bag to Carma and
