But Lors was already on his way down the corridor. He could do nothing for Brice now ... perhaps it had even been a good thing. The shooting would have drawn most of the high ranking officers toward the end of the ship, leaving a comparatively clear space between him and the hangar. He hoped that the doctor would stay out for awhile.
As the Terrans said, they weren’t out of the woods yet.
He found a vacant elevator and took it down to the hangar level. As the door whirled open, he raced into the corridor, nearly upsetting a startled spacer with his rush. He had no idea how long it would be until it was discovered that Narvi had let Danson out, but he knew the escape would not remain unnoticed for long.
He burst into the repair bin area of the hangar and jerked his head toward the tubes. When a ship [p145] came into the side of the mother-ship, they entered through a large port which made it easier for the pilot of the scout ship. But to leave the starship, one had to install the smaller craft into one of the many blast tubes on either side of the big hangar.
He looked frantically about the area for Danson and spotted the Terran standing unobtrusively
near the pilot entry to one of the blast tubes. Nick Danson, garbed in the blue and yellow of a Firstspacer, was a twin for Lors. He hoped anxiously that none of the repairmen would notice the trick.
Lors grabbed a mechanic by the arm. “Spacer! I’m on an urgent mission. Where can I get a ship?”
The young spacer looked thoughtful for a moment, then pointed toward a tube on the other side of the hangar. “In that tube, sir.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll help you rig it,” the spacer said.