Part 3:http://aroundgray.blogspot.ca/2013/03/no-328a-cyoa2-part-3-ridgeway-is-ally.html
Martin’s mind went blank. He’d been told the password during
his briefing, but with the long flight and the crash, he’d somehow forgotten. “I
don’t know it,” he whispered to Ridgeway. He began to search his pockets and
bag frantically, hoping that he’d written it down somewhere.
Ridgeway put her hand on his arm. “It’s ok,” she said
quietly. She turned to the woman at the hatch and called back. “Charybdis.”
The woman nodded, and stepped onto the wet deck. “Are you
all ok?” she said as she got closer to the raft. “He seems hurt,” she said,
pointing at Martin.
Martin stood up slowly. “I’m fine. Lt. Rob Martin,” he said,
introducing himself. “I have a servo that you need.”
The woman shook his hand. “Captain Land,” she said in reply.
“And Ridgeway, good to see you again.”
“You, too, Captain,” said Ridgeway.
The pilot was greeted, and the trio were led into the
station.
“Come with me,” Land told Ridgeway and Martin. “I’ll show
you your quarters, then we can get to work. Lt. Martin, I’ll take the servo, if
you like.”
“Work?” asked Martin. His duty, as he was aware of it, had only
been to deliver the part.
“Of course,” said Land. “You’re crew. What did you expect?”
Martin felt the hairs rise on the back of neck. His first
instinct was to lie to the Captain. “No, never mind. I’ll be ready in half an
hour. Sorry, it’s just the shock of the landing and all.”
Martin’s quarters turned out to be a small cabin, deep in
the bowels of the Nautilus. He had the space to himself, and some time to
think. He had the impression that Ridgeway was staying in the same part of the
station, but it was difficult to tell. The corridors from the hatch to his
current location all looked the same, and he had the distinct impression he had
been taken on a route that was designed not to pass any sensitive areas.
Most worryingly, he’d remembered the password he’d been
given. It had not been “Charybdis”.
He also found that his door was locked from the outside. It
was relatively simple to pick it, though, and soon he was standing in the
passageway. He moved slowly down a line of identical doors, pausing at each one
and calling Ridgeway’s name softly.
She answered at the fifth. Martin made sure there was nobody
else around, then carefully let himself in.
“What’s going on?” he asked harshly.
“I don’t know,” she said, and with enough fear in her voice
that he believed her.
“This isn’t right,” he said.
“No,” she agreed. “Something’s wrong.”
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