Chapter 15 : The Colour of Blood
‘Since when did I tell you to follow someone else’s orders? Now get back to the jail. We are not leaving!’
‘Yes. Sorry boss,’ whimpered Brigard. He turned and started running back the way he came.
‘Wait you idiot!’ shouted Krushkov. ‘I’m coming with you.’
Krushkov caught up Brigard and they headed towards the front of the ship. They soon arrived at a crossroads.
‘Which way?’ demanded Krushkov.
‘Er… I’m not sure,’ said Brigard weakly. ‘I got a bit lost.’
Krushkov waved his torch around, but there was no clue as to their location.
‘I’ll check the PSI map,’ said Krushkov.
He looked at his wristband, then slapped it.
‘Nothing! I can’t get anything at all,’ he sighed. ‘I think we’re in yellow, so we go right to get to the jail. Here, take this,’ he said to Brigard, handing him his machine gun.
He took another gun out of the sack, then thrust the sack at Brigard. ‘And take this sack. I feel like Father bloody Christmas.’
Zak had removed Krushkov’s security clearance, and took great amusement from watching him struggle.
Sato did not have such a problem. She had reached the hamster wheel on her way back to the cargo hold. The wide green corridor walkway was easy to recognise, and she quickly worked out which way to go. As she reached the corridor, she illuminated the floor ahead. The trail of blood was thoroughly soaked into the now grey carpet, but still visible. She used the torch to reveal the trail around the balcony. It led in the opposite direction that she and Krushkov had gone. She shook her head, then continued on to the cargo hold.
Zak was also on the move, but stayed tuned in to events elsewhere. He wanted to check on Ragboy in the gymnasium, so he left the Spa, but rather than cross the green corridor, took a detour via the swimming pool downstairs.
Navigation was easy in the darkness. He just shut his eyes and used the map of the ship.
On entering the gymnasium he turned the lights on. Immediately, he spotted a body, lying next to a small pool of blood.
