"Right." Dry-lipped, Boone pivoted and strode towards the door, gesturing to the ensign. "Come on."
The other nodded and fell in beside him. "Where do you want to start?"
"Top live cargo section."
Together they rode the lift to the highest level, then walked to the end of the "A" passage.
Boone kicked the hatch of the first bunker. "Open it up."
"Open it—?" The ensign's eyes widened. "You mean you're going to check inside, too?"
Boone nodded curtly. "That's right."
"Well, if you say so...." Frowning, the ensign broke the seal; swung back the hatch.
Cold air washed over them. Light glinted on the seven-foot synthice slabs stacked floor to ceiling, each casing a contract worker stiff in frozen sleep.
Narrow-eyed, Boone probed each nook and crevice with his light-rod, then stepped back. "All right. Let's have the next one."