Maya uncoiled the hose from one of the fuel drums in the room and poked it into the copter's tank. Dark left the room, walked down the corridor and descended the stairs.
He made his way to the motor pool. Maya was wearing one of the three marsuits he had brought down, but the other two were still lying on the floor. He picked them up and started back.
He was walking down the first floor corridor, carrying the marsuits, when there crashed in on his mind a terrifying, silent scream:
Help!
Dark stopped, appalled. It took him a moment to realize that he was still standing in the corridor. It took him a moment to realize that he actually had heard nothing.
The corridor stretched away ahead of him, dim and dusty. There was no movement in it, no sound. It was utterly silent. He stood there, in a dim, dusty corridor, in waiting silence, holding two marsuits under his arms.
Help!
It was a cry that shrieked in his mind, reverberated in his mind, touching nothing around him, touching not the silent corridor.
Maya!
Dark's mind went out to her, rode up on swift wings to the room above where she had waited for his return.