But suddenly Reeves was no longer a monster.
Just a man who had made a catastrophic choice.
“Help us fix it.”
“They’ll expose me.”
“If we don’t fix it, exposure is the smallest problem you have.”
Reeves closed his eyes.
Then nodded.
“All right.”
Maya turned to Torres.
“You fly manually.”
“These controls are barely responding.”
“They’ll respond once I disconnect the relay.”
Ethan’s voice returned.
“Maya, seven minutes.”
She headed for the cockpit door.
“Maya.”
She stopped.
Ethan spoke softly.
“Don’t go into that compartment.”
She almost laughed.
“You just told me we need to.”
“I’ll find another way.”
“In seven minutes?”
Silence.
“You disappeared for eight years,” she said.
“Maya—”
“You don’t get to reappear tonight and tell me what risks I’m allowed to take.”
“That isn’t what I’m doing.”
“Then help me.”
Ethan breathed slowly.
“The compartment access is beneath row two, behind the forward service hatch. The relay should have a red isolation collar.”
