The ork’s shoulders bulked back into view briefly as he swung the Wichita’s hatch open. A strange, musky odor drifted up from the submarine, overpowering the briny smell of the water in the docking tube. Kham dropped out of sight almost immediately. Parker called a warning and dropped the rifle down the hole. Then he followed it down. Ghost was next through, then Sally and the other two Indians. No one called for Janice to follow, but she did. She didn’t want to be alone in the echoing hollow of the Searaven ’s passenger compartment.