“The old systems were power inefficient and stripped out.”
The man looked to Cait then back to Rhys. “Multitool, please.”
Simmons took a multitool from his belt and handed it over to Montague. XXX “Nichols, you informed us that you were alone on the ship.”
“I lied.” Rhys admitted, as if there were any alternative. “You must be Cait.”
Cait remained silent. “What are you going to do with us?”
“Shut up.” Docker repeated. “Simmons, Docker, strap our guests in for the rest of the journey back to base.”
With that he turned on his heal and strode out of the room while Simmons pushed her into a seat and buckled her into the restraints as Docker hoisted a still unconscious Rhys into a seat and buckled him in as well. He was strongly built and likely past middle age.
