One last shred of laughter bubbled up through his throat.
And someone, down at the other end of the tunnel, fired at us. He missed me as I crouched over Thorsten's body.
"Ash—"
I had Thorsten's gun in my hand, but I didn't fire back. I spun around, and looked at Pat, crushed back against the tunnel wall.
"Pat!"
She slid down the wall, and huddled on the floor.
"Pat!" I bent down beside her. It was bad.
Her voice was thick. "How long have I got?"
"Five minutes—maybe ten." I knew I was lying. It was less.
"Ash ... you heard what he said. I was in a Wasp unit. Space was my dream, too. Always."