A hover-stretcher was organised for Olsen, and Martinez and Blake dragged his sagging frame onto the levitating bed. The machine dipped erratically to take his weight; he was still out cold. We were led through a series of covered walkways – the wind battering against cheap polytunnel walls.“Doc says that someone will come over and check out your leg when they have time,” the lead guard said as he left, grinning a black-toothed smile.I’m not going to hold my breath on that. Without any further explanation, the guards sealed us into the unit and left.We explored our confined quarters. The module had originally housed fifty or sixty personnel, in double-berth cubicles. Some of the rooms had been stripped down to the bare essentials – empty walls and cots – but many others looked as though they had recently been abandoned. The place had a mournful, ghost-town feel to it. Shift rotas were still displayed on notice boards. Photos of home were tacked to the walls.
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