Chapter Twelve
HER MIND WAS MADE UP, and Jas acted. She sped through the Galathea toward the bridge, where Loba and other high-ranking staff could be found when they were on shift. From behind her came the sound of Lingiari’s footsteps, half-running to keep up.
“Harrington, hey, slow down.”
A crew member gaped as he recognized her. The news that she’d been confined to her cabin must have been hot gossip around the ship. She brushed past him, nearly knocking the man from his feet.
“Wait a minute, Harrington,” the copilot called.
“We don’t have time for any more talking, Lingiari,” she said over her shoulder. “Every RA team that goes down to the planet is vulnerable. We know Margret and Loba have been infected. How many more are there? We have to convince the officers about what’s happe
