Chapter 5 Justin bolted upright in bed. His eyes darted to every corner of the room, but he heard no sound or movement. With one hand he wiped cold sweat and drool from his face. Dim light came in through the window overlooking the main passageway, but otherwise the room was dark. What woke me? He looked at his clock beside the bed. The power was out. Help! Mara’s voice shouted inside his head. For a moment he thought it was his imagination, but it came again as if she were inside his brain. He jumped from bed, grabbed a gun and his pants, and ran down the hall to her room. It was empty, the bed unused. Where are you? Then he knew. Somehow, he knew. Justin turned and headed for the cargo bay. Gun in hand, he stumbled down the stairs while pulling on his pants. Don’t shoot your foot! The pale glow of backup lights met him as he emerged from the stairwell on the main level. The air lock to the first cargo bay was open. Using two hands he snapped his gun to the ready position as he stepped into the tiny compartment and heard Naomi scream in pain. He hunched low, moved into the bay, and darted swiftly behind a tool caddie.
