Chapter Thirty
Kes watched the brown, dead landscape pass beneath the heli, trying to stay awake. Zapata, the pilot, had woken him to say they were only a few minutes from the refuge. Kes had dropped off as soon as the heli had taken to the air and slept for the entire hour’s trip, yet he remained exhausted.
He hadn’t seen his bed since Tycho had survived contact with the biocide. Every moment of his and the other scientists’ time had been devoted to manufacturing the vaccine. The scientists were administering the vaccine, too, as there were more helis than doctors at the refuge. It was a monumental effort to complete the immunization of Concordia’s population as fast as possible.
Kes’ fatigue was making him airsick and the noise of the rotor was pounding into his head despite his ear m
