Tommie was not bleeding, but the blasts had knocked his helmet off. Rick himself was dazed, but Tommie was in much worse shape, swaying as he tried to stand. Rick took Tommie’s left arm, Bruce took his right, and the three of them hobbled out of there back toward the WarenHaus.
But now they were aboard the GPlex III—of that at least, Rick was sure. The GPlex III was a pure compute-server ship, and quite distinct from the ships designed for residents. The promenade was not broad or packed with shops and people. Rather, the gray-walled promenade was just wide enough for a pair of the ubiquitous arvees to pass each other. There were supposedly people deep in the bowels of the ship maintaining the servers, but they only came through here as they went to and from their cabins. At the moment, t
