![]() ![]() My feet ached from the abrasion against the grated floor, but they hadn’t started to bleed yet so I kept my mouth shut and my body moving. Loch never hesitated and never slowed down. ![]() We twisted and turned through the tunnels, sometimes going up or down a level. After sitting idle in the same six square meters for the last two days, it felt nice to move. ![]() He nodded then started off in a ground-eating jog. “I don’t know what happened to my boots I woke up without them. ![]() The steel grating of the tunnel floor dug into the soles of my feet, but it was a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things. You okay to run?” He looked me up and down, as if he could see any injuries through my clothes. “If we make good time, it’s eight minutes to the landing bay where Polaris is. The tunnel was sparsely lit, narrow, and short enough we couldn’t stand up straight. Loch slid the access panel closed behind us. They were also less likely to be empty than on the Mayport because ship maintenance was a never-ending job. On a ship this large they would be seemingly infinite. He led me down the hall to an alcove with ladder access to the maintenance tunnels. I took it out and dropped it near the door. And I’d rather not have to strip naked.” He grinned but pulled out a com and scanned me for trackers. “Do you have a com? I’m probably tagged and geofenced. ![]()
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