“How many more of those do you have?” Sun asked.
“Four,” he replied.
“Should have let him suffocate a little,” Hoff growled as they ran.
“Primum non nocere,” answered the TK.
“The void that mean?” Chrichton asked. They slowed as Brachium stepped ahead to check the way.
“Ancient medics code: first do no harm.” Sun answered, waiting for the scout’s signal to moved down the maze.
Chrichton frowned, “that doesn’t work in war with an enemy that wants to kill you.”
“Honor is measured in fairness to those that want you dead. Or something like that it…” Crash said.
Hoff laughed, “When did you go all Zen?”
“Helps with jitters in the dark.”
Brachium knelt and whispered, “I love darkness. I can melt in the shadows.”
“You’re part cat,” Hoff joked.
“Gilead-Novartis Predator Pack 3B,” she corrected. “The purr, though, is all me.” She held up a fist. The party sank into the walls.
“You’re not going to mate with me then eat my head, are you?” Crash asked.
“Only one way to find out!”
“I knew it!” Hoff replied. Bright sparks lit up his shoulders and broke the moment.