HAULING THE STRUGGLING Loba to the bridge was hard, even with Harrington’s help. Carl had always admired her strength and fitness, and now he appreciated them even more. The master was heavier than he looked, and fought to free himself so strongly that Carl suspected he knew the other aliens wouldn’t do a thing to save him. The master was also shouting, but his gag muffled the words.
As they got close to the bridge, they passed signs of a viciously fought battle. The walls, ceiling and floor were melted, pitted and scarred, and the infrastructure of the ship showed through. A horrible stench hung in the air.
“Ready?” asked Harrington, her expression pained.
“As I’ll ever be,” Carl replied. He grunted as they dragged the master over the holes and beams that were all that remained of the
