Sentinel had a standard crew compliment of 120. According to the ship records and Rand’s excellent memory they had no visiting personnel or VIPs nor were they evacuating anyone. So the ship compliment should stand at 120. Sentinel records stood at 121. Cursory glances at the roster didn’t immediately tell her what was wrong, or where the extra crew member was. The senior staff was well known so she didn’t think that was the place to start. In all the reading and plays she did someone who was up to no good always stayed in the lower ranks, as servants, the people who tended to be over looked in the grand scheme. But where? If she was after Roman she’d join the science department, he loved his work. But joining security would give them access to weapons.

Rand shuddered, was she really entertaining the idea that someone was going to try and kill Roman? That made her anxious in ways she’d never even imagined.

She pulled up the science department roster and began going through them and the numbers carefully one by one.

Rand