Chapter Twelve
In his years aboard the Lucky Sevens, Connor had never figured out how to address the lighting problems of the cargo hold. He'd finally settled on installing LED lamps in the ceiling corners of each bulkhead separating one section from another and running strip lighting along the base of the bulkheads.
But there were still always strange shadows and areas that were only dimly lit.
At times like now, Connor didn't let the odd lighting bother him. There were, after all, portable lamps secured every ten meters or so, and in the darkest of places, those threw off a blinding, white light for hours.
He didn't need much light for what he was doing now: methodically running a scanner over each and every crate and case latched into all the corners and half-cabins and comparing th
