The mess hall was unharmed. Patrick shook his head. Stupid Rebs. If they’d really wanted to mess up the base, they would have destroyed the social and meal hub. He wondered again what their reason for attacking was. None of it made sense.
The cooks served breakfast with gentle smiles and comforting words to those who straggled in. Everyone showed signs of lack of sleep but also of grim determination. Some even talked of a counterattack. Patrick kept his own counsel but renewed his determination to turn the Eros Element into a weapon.
“I’m needing an extra plate for Doctor Radcliffe,” he told the cook when his turn came.
“I’ll give you an entire tray to bring to the hospital. And let me know if you need more.”
Patrick brought his covered dishes back to the hospital, where a wave of woun
