She stepped back. Brad, in the cramped space, hauled the unconscious Scarf upright, bent, and with Kumiko's help, lifted him on to Brad's back.
Scarf's scream of pain had brought a pause to the firing.
Grasping stanchions and cables for support,
Brad staggered along the catwalk.
"Hatch up ahead."
"Might be it."
Brad gasped. Even in the light pseudo-gravity,
Scarf's bulk was hard to maneuver.
"Take a peek."
Kumiko was gone and back in an instant.
"Looks clear."
"No choice. Down you go. I'll drop him through."