Four hours later, La’Rue tiredly walked down the corridor to the repair room. She was wet, tired, muddy, and hungry again. Outside, the constant rain had turned into a savage lightning storm. The thick hull of the ship insulated them from the sounds of the raging storm.
She stored her tools in the cabinet and secured the door so it wouldn’t open. Her mouth opened in a huge yawn and she ran a hand through her wet hair. Turning, she released a startled squeak when she saw Sergi leaning against the doorway, watching her. She lowered her gaze to the large circuit board in his hands.
“What are you doing with that?” she suspiciously asked.
He looked down at the board before he held it up. “It is the one you were working on before you disappeared to prevent H from blowing up the ship. I did a
