Shanley nods. “Those were part of it, near
the end.”
Dylan hugs me tighter, his breath ticklish
on my neck. “I remember those,” he says softly. “Not exactly what
Ilike to swallow, though, if you catch my drift.”
I do so I hit his arm and he laughs, but
Shanley ignores his suggestive tone, thank God. “For a while there
it was touch and go,” he says. “Too many people dying from mutated
strains of germs we conquered decades ago. The mandatory
hemothermal sterilization procedures got rid of most of that threat
before we were even born, and then the medicine cleaned up the rest
of it. We’ve still got an HTS onboard—all ships with a med lab are
required to be equipped with one, even now. But if we’re going to
run everyone through these processes, we should get started soon.
Twelve hours?” I nod, and he shakes his head. “That’s barely enough
time.”
“Why would they want us to go through
all this trouble?” Dylan asks, looking at the sheet in my