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“Okay, do that. The rest of my people, get into the water at once, on the double. I’m going to see what’s the matter.” “Don’t be an i***t, Bred,” Tyla called to him. “Let’s get out of here.” “I’ll just be a minute, little sib.” He ran down the beach to the scene of the tragedy, again crouched low and taking cover behind rocks whenever possible. He reached the fallen bodies just seconds after Johnathan R got there. By unspoken agreement, they dragged the two bodies behind the rock where the third man had hidden. “He’d gotten the Rose,” the survivor explained, “and we were heading back when they got hit.” The bodies were of Danovich and one crewman. Bred knelt and quickly checked for heartbeats through the suits. “They’re dead,” he announced. The survivor nodded. Johnathan R looked down