Krobis didn't answer. But his curt nod took them past the guard.
Ahead, the great sphere that was the Titan ship glinted under the forspark lights. The cargo hatches were already sealed. The last of the surface carriers shuttled in and out like rumbling beetles through the shadows cast by the stubby tripod legs.
Boone herded Krobis to the loading shaft, into the lift; threw a tight grin at the man on duty. "How long?"
"Seven minutes, sir. We're right on schedule."
"Good enough."
The lift ground upward ... halted, finally, deep in the heart of the ship.
Boone prodded Krobis down the narrow, duroid corridor that led to the tech quarters. The card on the last door to the right said, "Miss Rey."
Boone knocked. The tension was almost unbearable now. His palms were slick. His belly quivered.
A latch-click. The door opened part way, framing Eileen's face.