CARL WONDERED HOW HE’D gotten into his current position, staring into the massive soles of a defense unit on the ladder above him. Harrington’s order to kill the infested humans if necessary didn’t seem right. And who was she to boss them around? His opinion of the security officer had changed. He’d always found her quick temper kind of exciting, but it wasn’t so attractive when it was directed at him.
He would have been better off with Margret. Poor Margret. What if she attacked him? He didn’t think he could kill her. Or any of the others for that matter. Even Loba, though—
Flux wriggled against his chest, adjusting his position in Carl’s shirt. The animal had insisted that he came along too. His fur tickled, but apart from that the copilot was glad to have him. He’d adopted the little
