“ISN’T THIS KINDA DANGEROUS?” asked Carl as he, Harrington, and Lee climbed down a narrow ladder that led down into the bowels of the Galathea and her engine maintenance tunnels.
“Yes, it is,” Lee replied. “If the ship starjumps while we’re down here, we’re fried.”
The copilot paused mid-step. Flux must have also heard the navigator’s words, because he squirmed against Carl’s chest.
Lee was above him on the ladder and didn’t notice he’d stopped. She stepped on his head with her booted foot. “Hey, people coming through here. You can’t just stop. Get a move on.”
Carl looked down at the ladder. It stretched below them until it disappeared into the gloom. He looked up toward the closed service hatch they’d left behind some time ago. The tunnel they were descending through would have held f
