“He certainly deserves better than being stuck here,” Singh said. “That’s for damn sure.”
“But where do we go with him?” Ibañez asked.
“The only time I’ve been off the base,” Belilo said, “was to go to that bar in town—and it’s such a small town we can’t hide him there. I don’t know anyplace else on this world.”
“Let’s get him off the base first,” Singh said. “We’ll figure the rest out later.”
Green had slipped back into a trance as they dressed him in the dead scientist’s uniform. Hawker and Ibañez carried him to the door while Singh stooped over Philaskut’s corpse and carved off the head, hoping the scanners would still accept it to get them off the base.
They retraced their steps carefully, with Ibañez and Belilo going ahead to act as scouts. The scanners recognized Philaskut’s hea
