The guard's cry died in bubbling purple blood. He wrenched spasmodically, hands and feet threshing; then went limp.
Jarl dragged him backward—out of the corridor, down the ramp. Breathing hard, he lowered the sagging corpse to the floor.
Ungo touched his arm, gestured questioningly.
Jarl whispered: "The living quarters are upstairs. They'll have her there."
The Jovian nodded, not speaking.
Again Jarl dropped flat and wormed forward, searching the corridor.
No one was in sight.
Surging to his feet, he swung right down the hall to the next ramp, his crewmen behind him. Swift, silent, he raced to the second floor.
There were no guards here—only echoing stillness and blank, closed doors.
The first room was empty. In the second snored a sleeping dau captain from the Federation fleet.