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Will, Beauregard, and Sims climbed off the rescue ship and jumped down onto the airlock of the hospital station.
There was a large black and white striped ship sitting on the far end of the airlock. Men and women in white suits were moving about the ship quickly and nervously.
“What's with them?” Will asked.
Beauregard shrugged. “Where might we find the executive director?”
Sims grabbed a passing female service clerk dressed in a blue hospital uniform.
“Where’s the person in charge?” Sims asked rudely.
“My boss or the big boss?” the clerk asked.
“The person who can approve a medical transfer,” Sims said.
The clerk pointed to the end of the airlock, where a long winding hallway began.
Sims let go of the man and walked briskly toward the hall.
“Come on, guys,” Sims said.
Will
