Exhausted, Jack peered through an open door into a conference room with pale, green walls. The others had gathered around the long, polished table. Larani stood with her back to the window, frowning at nothing in particular. Rajel sat on the corner, idly toying with a button on his shirt. Melissa was leaning against the wall, breathing hard, her face drenched in sweat. Everyone was here.
Except Jena.
Jack felt a spike of alarm. The thought of losing Jena after he had just gotten her back was almost too much to bear. Should he go after her? His skin was burning, his head throbbing; more than anything, he wanted a nap, not a fight with Isara.
Stepping into the room, Jack locked eyes with Drayvin and nodded.. “How are we doing?” he asked. “Can we transport that thing?”
The engineer was do
