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I WENT to the bedroom and wrestled myself into my second suit. I checked the key in my pocket before I did up the fastenings. Then I strapped on my belt and bracket with the gun after checking the charge level. Then the tanks and that hot helmet. I slipped the breathing mask over my face and turned on the cool air supply, something I’d sworn not to do indoors, but I was so damn hot. It was night, too, and I had no idea how long it would be before I could get to my adaptation medication.
Back in the hall, Sheydu crouched next to the door with the spindly spider thing that Veyada had also used in the bathroom and whose function wasn’t quite clear to me. When I came in, she looked up, rose and took something from her pocket.
“Take this.” She handed me a parcel in waxy paper with somethi
