Chapter Twelve
Ethan was lying on his back in the narrow cleft they’d excavated in the Nova Fortuna’s hull. After the news had arrived that people were alive aboard the ship, he and the others had arrived at first light and worked harder than ever to finish their task.
According to the Guardians’ schematics of the ship, only a few centimeters now lay between Ethan’s feet and the interior. When he broke through, Giesen and the two reproduction techs would be waiting there, ready to be picked up. Ethan could hardly wait. It would be one good, joyful event in a series of terrible disasters.
He gripped the rough surface of the floor of the cleft, drew up his knees, braced himself, and kicked as hard as he could, driving his heels against the remaining material that separated him from the sh
