“Give it to me. Please.”
Troy frowned at Kipp’s whine and shot Patti an apologetic look. She glared at him. Someone had cut the fabric of her pants to reveal where the sting had swollen her knee to well over twice its size, and Troy took readings and images with the one remaining scanner.
“You’re supposed to be packing the samples to carry,” said Troy, pulling a flap of cloth aside. Patti’s skin had turned leathery and he dreaded seeing what had happened to Heather.
“Already done. I’m that good.” Kipp nudged him. “Come on.”
Troy handed the scanner over, not wanting to argue and have his irritation turned into frustrated flirting. He left Patti to Kipp and moved to see how Heather was.
She breathed steadily, eyes closed. Three emergency aid kits sat open next to her, monitoring her vit
