âTanner,â he called.
âHurry up, down there,â yelled the navigator. âLetâs get on our way.â
âTanner. Come down here.â Some thing in Mandersâ voice brought immediate action.
Tanner came scrambling down the tube, his face serious. âWhat is it?â
âLook!â Tanner followed the otherâs gaze, touched the thin stream of sticky stuff, held his hand closer to his eyes.
âBlood!â he breathed. âBy all thatâs holy. Blood!â