Chapter 10Cal thought he’d only just fallen asleep when the shrieking of the rig’s Klaxon woke him. He hadn’t heard it before, but there was no mistaking it. He scrambled from his cot as the light came on.
“What is it?” He shielded his eyes. Mitch was already dressing. “Is it a fire?”
“Don’t know. Get dressed.”
Cal obeyed the snapped-out order and was putting on his boots when Mitch was running to open the door, pants and boots on, pulling a shirt over his head. When the door opened, the noise of shouts and a child’s shriek came in.
“Report,” Mitch ordered, grabbing a young woman called Blanca.
“We’re under attack. Bren’s already on deck. The non-coms are heading into the shelter.”
“Attack?” Cal asked. “What? Who’s attacking?”
Blanca was gone. Ella and Kathy came by, harrying women
