“Here’s an air gun,” Hjalmar said, opening up a tool compartment and handing him the holstered gun. “But you should also be attached to a tow line at all times. Here’s a belt for that.” He handed Tak what looked like a utility belt with plenty of loops and pouches, all bereft of tools. Next to the buckle was a meter-long cable ending in a closed hook.
“Good,” Tak said, strapping the belt and air gun holster around his waist. He doubted he had the skills to aim himself back to the shuttle correctly; he’d probably just propel himself out into the black.
“Don’t worry,” Hjalmar said as the outer door slid open. “It’s just like zero G fighting.”
“Dude, I don’t do zero G fighting. I was there watching you.”
Tak followed Hjalmar back along the exterior of the shuttle. Hjalmar opened another c
