"Poh," he said. When she lifted her chin toward him, he pointed at me. "Keep yourselves hidden behind your chameleon camouflage. Do not separate. And take care of each other."

Poh cut her yellow gaze to me, a sincere promise written all over her battered face. "I swear I will, Captain."

For the next two days, the ship was chaos, full of last-minute planning, changes to those plans, and me with my ear to the walls, listening. Once again, I didn't trust the ship I'd ...