It brought the trooper up short. "Sergeant Martov, sir."
"The crew's aboard?"
"Yes, sir. Security ordered them interned on the ship so word wouldn't get out that we'd taken over."
"Then take me to the sergeant. Fast!"
"Yes, sir." The man spun about.
Boone waited till they were both inside the lift, then hit the other behind the ear with the nerve-gun's barrel.
The trooper went down, unconscious.
Rolling him out of the shaft, onto the ramp, Boone shoved the lift control lever to the fifth stop, the crew quarters.
The lift ground upwards.