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Brooks was exhausted by the time they made it back to the skiff.
Tol entered without a word, but Brecht stopped in the hatch to look back.
“This is where we part,” he told Brooks calmly. “You will find your compatriot Zachariah Urle elsewhere on the station. He will take you from this place.”
Brooks hesitated, a thousand questions on his mind, but there was one he had to know.
“You’re a Seer, aren’t you?” he asked Brecht. “You could feel the location of the people on this station, their disposition, without technology.”
The man’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“You are as perceptive as Dawn told me,” he replied. He ducked into the tunnel, pausing.
“I wish you luck, Brooks. Even if you are not on our side.”
He closed the hatch.
Brooks turned away, now alone with the body of Hoc Rem.
He did not doubt that Urle was here, if the man said it. Dawn had said it, and he knew the man was seeing. Nor would Dawn abandon him here . . .
If she had ever decided she wanted him dead, he knew that he would not see it coming.
The skiff of the mercenaries detached, and Brooks turned on his alarm beacon, turning the power down to only reach through the station’s local area. If Urle was here, he would pick it up.
He didn’t think there was anyone else alive in the place who would care.
Ten minutes later, Brooks saw a new skiff signalling from outside the airlock. Brooks sent back a coded burst.
It docked, and the hatch opened, with Urle looking up at him.
“Almost don’t recognize you, Captain,” he said, forcing a smile.
He looked as exhausted as Brooks felt.
“I’ve had a hell of a trip,” he said.
“I had some interesting times as well.”
“Is Kell in there with you?” Brooks asked, peering past him.
“Yes, he joined me on my outing,” Urle said. “Why?”
“I’ll finally get to talk to him . . .”
Urle’s eyes went to the body that Brooks was still pulling along. “Is that who I think it is?”
“It was,” Brooks replied. “I’m hoping he might be more useful in death than he was in life. Though I’m afraid he probably won’t be.”
“It’s okay, Captain. I got his data backups.”
Brooks felt the tension leave his chest. “Oh thank fortune.”
Urle moved back down into the shuttle. “Come on, Captain. Let’s get home.”
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