The journey to the bay where La’Rue’s freighter was located felt like it took them forever. There had only been one slight delay which Sergi had effectively dealt with in a nonchalant manner. The service panel was going to start stinking in a few days.
“H, open the lower hatch,” Sergi quietly ordered.
The lower hatch separated before the platform was lowered. He helped Julia out of the cart before they both helped a very pale Roan out of its confines and over the edge. The moment the cart was empty, La’Rue guided it to the far end of the bay. Hurrying back, she stepped onto the platform and pressed the controller button.
Within minutes, they had Roan in La’Rue’s small, but fairly well equipped medical room. Sergi helped Roan lay back on the bed. Julia immediately began cutting his shirt
