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Sweat beaded on her forehead, and the suit’s hel up She was burning through oxygen fast enough that a three-hour supply would last hera break at one of the decks along the way and stripping off her helmet entirely, but if the Laconians decided to vent the ship after that … well, that would be unfortunate Better to play it safe Or as safe as free-cli with a full destroyer’s depth of decks below her in radically uncertain gravity could be
Saba’s voice cao before she hit ops “Sensor arrays are down We’re launching everything No more time to wait”
“I’ll try to keep you covered, Malaclypse,” Alex said “The Stor her torpedoes down, but treat her like she’s got teeth”
“Bien,” Saba said “And I have a package on its way to you, Rocinante Keep an open eye”
Alex swore under his breath She didn’t have tiuess why
Another ht The teo faster, to try for two handholds up instead of just one, was a trap It et braced, and that was an invitation to fall It hurt It took forever It was the right way She couldn’t get greedy The pain in her hands was getting worse, but her feet al numb
She was over halfway up Three and a half more decks, and she’d be at the ops deck At the closed plate that kept the lift locked in place Two and a half One ain She moved up Her eyes were fixed on the seam where the lift plate would slide open Where, if this was like the other Martian ships she’d been in, it would make the most sense to take cover and fire down at the boarders At her She waited for the next acceleration, but it didn’t coentle press as the ship maneuvered
That was bad
“The Storm is on approach to the dock,” Alex said, and his voice sounded like ashes “Anybody has a good idea, I’”
Her ar her eyes She risked looking down Her tea, but they were only about halfway up This one was hers
Voices ca, probably from a weapon’s locker They knew there wouldn’t beshe had a lot more territory to cover than she did The lift plate slid aside, and she reached in and took the blue-sleeved arh and down He bounced against a couple walls before he caught hiuns on hi and onto the ops deck
Three people, in the ned crash couches she’d ever seen Bobbie raised her pistol Definitely undercrewed
A fair-haired man saw her first, and yelped, “Commander Davenport!”
An older man moved forward Older than the others, anyway He still looked like a puppy “Get us into the dock! Whatever happens!”
“I aeant Roberta Draper of the MMC,” Bobbie snapped “I will kill every one of you if anyone touches the controls”