Main Core Hall Lift
Theo had made a compromise with Supervisor Arnlee, who was in charge of the teams that were bringing dock supplies up to spec.
“Right. I’ll stay here with Cap’n Waitley ’til there’s news,” Arnlee said to the three people who’d accompanied her. “Jooly, you stand in front of the dockside lift and tell people there was an outage in the interface module, and the experts are on it.
“Binch, you call the team leaders and make sure they report any anomalies to you, but otherwise to keep doin’ what needs done.
“Nafe, you call over to Ren an’ fill Fenchile in. I’ll call Vinsint. Go.”
They went, and Jooly reported herself in position.
“Station,” Theo said, “please lock the lifts with access to this hall.”
“Yes, Captain Waitley.”
Arnlee nodded to her, and walked aside, port-comm at her ear.
“Theo,” Bechimo said. “We have a situation.”
Theo glanced behind her, where Chernak and Traven filled the hall from side to side. Arnlee was still off to the side, on the comm.
She took a breath.
How bad a situation?
“That remains to be seen. Tocohl has ceded all functions to Catalinc Station.”
Good. Jen Sin destroyed the rack-and-tile core.
“Yes, Tocohl and I deduced as much. That is not our situation.”
What is it, then? Theo asked.
“Joyita is missing.”