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. The warning light had been right. No air. Finding a comm panel, he tried to raise the bridge.
No response. He hit the emergency button on the panel, setting off alarms all over the ship. He could hear no sound in the vacuum, but the alert lights flashed red. This part of the ship was in hard vacuum, and the emergency alarm had not been activated. He kept going.
Entering the shuttle bay control room, Rowan found someone--the crew chief. Dead. Her hands were clasped to her throat, her eyes bulged, her lips were blue; she'd died of asphyxiation.
Rowan shut the shuttle bay doors and exited the control room. Moving down the corridor, he found more bodies. Everyone was dead, all suffocated.
A terrible accident? Possibly, but Rowan didn't think so. Ships were equipped with all kinds of fail-safe devices to prevent just this sort of tragedy from occurring. Someone had overridden them, deliberately bled the air from the ship.
He entered the bridge. The scene was almost the same-almost. Everyone was dead. But these people had been shot to death, lasgun blasts to the chest and head.
Captain Bolton sat in her command chair, a look of surprise frozen on her face. There was a hole in her chest--a lasgun blast at short range. The blood had started to ran, but had frozen in midstream.
If there had been any doubt in Rowan's mind, he was convinced now. Murder and sabotage
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