Chapter Fourteen
Connor clambered up the ladder that connected the lower deck to the bridge deck. Behind him, Vicente huffed as he stretched and tucked in to avoid scraping his bare shoulders in the narrow tube.
The intent in taking the smaller ladder chute had been to lose the big man, but Vicente was still worked up.
Once at the top of the ladder, Selen's voice was an echoing whisper, as was the scratchy voice of Gregor Ilyanovich, the team's communications expert. Gregor had joined the team shortly after Connor and had proven reliable
Except for his drinking problem.
Was that what had blown up now? Had he done something stupid while drunk?
There was no smell of alcohol in the corridor. If anything, the deck looked recently scrubbed and smelled lemony.
Gregor could've thrown up an
