49: Deva
Deva
“I’ll never fit in there!” Wrench stared at the open maintenance hatch.
“It’s bigger than it looks. You’ll be fine. Unless you want to wait for that collect squad.”
He pulled a face, slid off his seat, shuffled next to Deva. Then he reached back for his terminal.
“Need to take this, right?” He looked around the room. “Should we pack some stuff?”
“No time.” A thought struck her. “You want to check their location?”
“Who?”
“Creepy and his companion.”
“Oh. Right.” He tapped. “Heading this way.”
“Makes sense. So we have to go now. You climb in, back up towards my cabin.”
He moaned about the greasy dirt, worried that the cables would shock him, asked if there were rats in here. But he grunted his way into the hatch. Deva ignored his wingeing as she grabbed her own termin
