“This isn’t a request,” Havelock shouted. When Marwick spoke again, his voice was cool. “I’m thinking you might not have yet noted that we’re on battery power, sir?” “We’re… we’re what?” “On battery power. Backup, as you might say.” Havelock looked around his office. It was like seeing it for the first time. His desk, the weapon locker, the cells. Naomi looking out at him with an expression of barely restrained alarm. “Did… did it shoot us too?” “Not so far as I can see. No new holes through the hull, certainly.” “Then what’s going on?” “Our reactor’s down,” Marwick said. “And it seems it
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