Chapter 46

Chapter Forty-Six

They dressed in the environment suit room on the lower deck, neither of them looking at the other, pretending to be focused on the suits they yanked from the lockers. Connor shivered, feeling vulnerable in such proximity, even if Drew was a scrawny wisp of a woman.

His mind always returned to the previous problems: the broken coolant pipe, the ruptured fuel line.

And now they had a short somewhere.

A tool belt hung off the engineer’s narrow hips, dragged down on the right side by a heavy hatchet.

It was an emergency tool, something to break through inoperable panels.

And the tool would be perfect for all the sabotage they’d found.

Or it could cave in the skull of someone who wasn’t paying attention.

Did she know he had the empty Dustoff packet in his pants pocket?

The engineer glanced up from securing her boot coverings. “Is everything okay?” Her voice was almost lost in the clang of the lockers and clump of the gear hitting the deck.