The antitoxin was in a small auto-injector. Elena jammed it against Borealis’s neck without asking. A sharp hiss. He flinched, then his breathing started to even out almost immediately. The shaking slowed.
“It’ll counter the neuro-toxin,” she said, her voice still that flat, tired monotone. “But he needs real medical care. Soon.”
I kept my eyes on her. “Talk fast.”
The alarms were a constant background scream. Red light washed over her face, then darkness, then red again.
“Not here,” she said, nodding down the dark hallway. “They’ll be sending units to this sector once they regroup. I know a place. Off the main grid. For maintenance.”
I didn’t trust her. But Borealis was in no shape to fight, and Kenji and Caiman were gods-knew-where. I jerked my head. “Lead.”
She moved quickly, with
