The bolt clicked home. A fierce excitement flared within Jarl. Heart pounding, heedless of the fatigue and pain that racked him, he spun about and ran, half-reeling, down the hall.
He wondered how much time he had.
Or if he had any.
Wassreck and Sais.... He gripped the ray-gun tighter.
The first three doors he passed stood open.
The fourth was closed and locked.
Jarl slid the wave-pencil into the slot.
The bolt snapped back. Shoving open the door, he strained his eyes, searching the darkness of the room.
A thick, familiar voice snarled sleepily from a bunk.
"Ungo—!"