At her side, Dorren stumbled to his feet. His hand touched her

shoulder, but the contact was dead. 'I'11 jettison the Quest.' He

moved to leave.

But Ataine caught his wrist and looked up into drawn features.

'Salvage the log canister, first.' And she told him why.

'You filmed them?' Dorren stared incredulously. 'Blazes, woman,

I should have g essed. And slowly, his expression changed to

                              U            '

chagrin. 'Could you forgive me? I think my superiors are going to want you in the co-pilot's seat. This time, I think I won't a    '

rgue.

~o7