CHAPTER 35
“Hup! Hup! Hup!” Shelley’s shout shattered the silence so abruptly Jeff actually jumped.
The trainees jerked out of their bunks and in under three seconds there were a half-dozen guns aimed at him. Well, not exactly at him, more at Shelley Thomas. But she was only an arm’s length away. Jeff edged slightly farther to the side toward Grim Reaper who was, oddly enough, a comfort. The only one who didn’t react was the guard Shelley had commanded to silence with a raised finger.
“This man,” she nodded toward Jeff, “has no name, is not to be addressed directly except in crisis safety situations. Mr. Reaper, you’ve met before.” By their foul looks, it had not been a pleasant meeting.
Jeff had a moment to inspect the trainees.
They ranged from a hugely muscular man who had almost
