“Scorch, sooner rather than later, okay?” Boss’s voice said. “One minute, tops.” “We haven’t got a minute—” “What d’you want me to do, chew through it?” The transparisteel plate was distorting as the hot frame burned through from the outside. Niner gathered up the hololink and snapped it back on his forearm plate. Atin shoved datapads and tools in his belt. “Tell you what, shall we just float here and panic incoherently while we’re waiting?” Fi said. “Good idea,” Scorch said, unmoved. “Very good idea, panicking,” Boss said. “Guess what I just eyeballed from the port-side screen…”
