"I understand." She did; she knew what I had given up to be with Paul. "Use tube 31. Someone will be there."
Thank heavens. Belatedly, I registered the apprehension in her voice.
"Anything wrong in there?"
"We're rather stretched. The data-caster is down, too. We're on manual." Her words were controlled; her voice, however, told a different story.
The reason for Shona's apprehension became apparent as soon as I opened the door of the truck.
Blaring sirens. Flashing lights.
No running or screaming or swearing, just people charging down the corridor, faces grim. I, for one, had not the f**k of an idea what was going on. Habitat Operations was not my field. This, however, looked like a major outage.
Just my luck. I had hoped for a satellite record of the light flash, with an analysis o
