“You are fine. You do not have any signs of sexually transmitted diseases or injuries,” Orin, the healer on duty, reassured him with a faint smile.
Adalard grunted as he finished dressing. “Good.”
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” Orin asked.
“No, that is all,” he distractedly replied.
The ping of his communicator pulled his attention back to the present. He glanced at it. They were entering the outer region of Heron Prime.
“I finished the autopsy scans on the Changeling. A small, explosive capsule was injected into her brain,” Orin said.
“An explosive capsule? How was it activated?” he asked.
“The only way is if she had a trigger on her… or someone else realized she was captured and wanted to silence her. I searched her and found nothing,” Orin said.
“Thank you. Send y
