Royce and Beaujalay moved through the corridors quickly, each carrying a med kit. “I’m not sure what’s happened,” Bennie said. “But we are to examine Lt Primmage as soon as she lands.

“Did the bridge give you any clues as to what we are looking for?” Royce smiled. Honestly, Clint could read a prescription label with that accent of his and it would sound like love poetry. There was something about Frenchmen.

“No.” She shook her head as they boarded the lift. “When we get to the hangar, one of the flight crew can fill us in. I’m sure they’ve been monitoring the Lt and have been listening in to the chatter between the bridge, CAG and any other fighters we have out there.”

“Sounds good.” he replied.

A moment later, the two doctors arrived at the hangar bay and took up a safe position to wait for the landing.

—Royce, CMO