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THE FOLLOWING DAY, Jas insisted that MacAdam cover herself up entirely before entering the alien structure with her. Lingiari had explained Lee’s theory to them overnight, about how the structures might require a sample of their DNA to begin the infection process. Jas wished she’d had a combat suit to lend the engineer that would fit her stocky frame. The woman had been mostly silent as they’d journeyed across the plain, and she remained taciturn as they made their way into the structure. Jas wasn’t one for talking much, either, but she sensed there was more to MacAdam’s behavior than her laconic personality. “What do you think your chances are of finding something to fix the engines?” she asked her. MacAdam snorted. “Honestly? Next to zero.” “Is that because it’s alien technology? I s