Chapters (84)
- Cover
- Also by W. Michael Gear
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Epilogue
Which was when the PA frequency came alive and Two Spot happily announced, “Supervisor? Got good news. Kylee Simonov reports that she’s found the missing A-7. Says it’s located on the mountain slope north of Tyson Station. Says we’ve got survivors. You’ll have to meet them at Tyson. She says the shuttle can’t put down at the crash site.”
“Roger that, Two Spot,” Talina said into her com. “We’re on the way.”
On his own initiative, Ensign Schulyer changed his heading, banking to the north-northwest.
Kalico leaned back in her conforming seat. What would it be? A couple of hours? A half day, to pluck the survivors from the downed shuttle?
And all the while, Private Aberash would be what? Dying? Suffering?
If Kalico ordered Turalon to send a shuttle, Abibi would have to pull it out of the schedule, change orbital navigation. Might be after nightfall before she could have one on the ground at Southern Diggings. Aberash might be dead.
To com, Kalico said, “Two Spot? Hospital frequency.”
“You’re on, Supervisor.”
“Raya, you there?”
Kalico waited, seeing Dek and Talina’s questioning stares.
Finally. “Kalico? That you?”
She checked her chronometer, did some figuring. “Raya, can you be at the shuttle field gate in twenty minutes? I’ve got a badly hurt marine at Southern Diggings. There’s a med unit down there, fully stocked. I just need a doctor.”
“All I’ve got here is a freshly sutured knife wound, a slight concussion a soft meat got when his buddy broke a bottle over his head, and Vik’s taking a slug out of another soft meat’s calf. Meet you at the gate in twenty. Out.”
“What are you doing?” Dek cried.
Kalico gave him an evaluative glance. “Those are my people down there.”
“And this is Board Appointed Inspector General Soukup who’s in a crashed shuttle,” Talina reminded. “And you’re skating on micron-thin ice as it is. You do anything to piss on his shoes, and he can order you dismissed on the spot.”
Kalico arched her scarred eyebrow. “So, tell me, Tal, given the score, what would you do? Attend the VIP who’s already got Kylee headed to the rescue? Or bust your balls trying to save one of your people’s lives? Especially when whatever Aberash knows might save the lives of even more of our people?”
To Schulyer, she called, “Get us to PA, Ensign. And as soon as Dr. Turnienko is aboard, see just how fast this thing can get us to Southern Diggings.”
She could see Schulyer give Venus Abena a sidelong glance before answering, “Yes, ma’am.”
Chapter 54
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