in her suit, however, which meant that at least she hadn't been hit by the shot. The worst fears having been allayed, Ron eased her onto her side, plugged his view-pad into a test socket on her backpack and rapped in a stream of code. A set of curves appeared on the screen.
"Her life-support's cycling," he announced in a relieved voice. "It's faint and shaky, but at least she's breathing."
"Don't anybody move!" A new voice made them all look up at once. About half a dozen soldiers were pouring out of the doors and onto the catwalk. "We're looking for a woman by the name of Sinclair. Orders are to bring her in. Is she here?"
"She's here," Dyer replied. "She won't be any trouble now. Ron, go back and explain what's happened. We'll bring Kim." Ron nodded once and headed back to where Chris and the soldiers were standing. Dyer and Solinsky began lifting Kim gently off the