“Adalard, meet me in the command office,” Ha’ven growled. “On my way,” Adalard replied. He exited the medical unit and strode down the corridor. In the hours since the explosion in the communications room, he had poured through the personnel data bank. There were a hundred and eighty personnel onboard, and he was no closer to finding the Changeling. No one had come to medical for burns, and the biometric scans were still showing all rostered personnel. He entered the bridge a few minutes later and crossed to the command room. He paused when he saw the holographic view of Arrow’s lab. One end was heavily damaged. Ha’ven turned when he entered and gave him a grim nod. “Have you heard from Arrow?” Adalard demanded. Ha’ven shook his head. “No, but I spoke with Melek. Mother has been taken

