Page 165 of Commander’s Mate
A result appeared.
Medical intake.
Respiratory irritation.
Cleared.
“Destination?”
“None.”
“Transport?”
He opened another system.
K. SAR—TRANSFERRED.
My blood went cold.
“Transferred where?”
“Dreadnought Eight.”
“Who authorized it?”
Tivid’s fingers moved.
“No consent marker attached.”
I stared.
“No.”
“Harper—”
“No.”
Scarlet arrived because apparently fury had a beacon.
“What happened?”
“We moved someone without consent.”
Tivid looked up.
“We do not know that.”
“The record says transferred.”
“The record may be incomplete.”
“That is not better.”
Scarlet’s face hardened.
“Find her.”
We did.
