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have to go. Dr. MacPherson needs her rest. She’ll be released tomorrow, and then she’s all yours. But for tonight, she’s mine.”
    David clenched his teeth against the comment that so desperately wanted to escape his lips. He wanted the doctor to be his, all right, just not in the manner the medtech assumed. Probably not how the doctor assumes either, he thought with disgust. He had to regain his control.
    “I’ll see you then in the morning, Dr. MacPherson.”
    “Alinna, please.”
    He smiled wryly at her. She would know that sort of familiarity was frowned upon, and he’d served for long enough that a psychtech trying to be familiar with him sent off warning bells. Instead he tried for a foray of his own. “Doctor, I’ll be here at oh-nine-hundred to escort you through the proper channels for outfitting and room assignment, since your things—along with all of the airjet’s freight—were destroyed.” He watched her face carefully, but there was no reaction about the lost cargo. She either knew it was destroyed already or really didn’t care.
    She nodded and he turned to leave. At the doorway, he turned back.
    “Have a good night, Dr. MacPherson. But if you think of anything about the crash that we should know here, I hope you will call me. Your interlink is active on the nightstand.” He motioned to the small screen on a table near her elbow. “Call me if you can remember anything at all, Doctor, because we are at a bit of a loss explaining what we found at the crash site.”
    Her eyes darted to the left, avoiding his. He nodded. She knew what he meant, knew something unusual had been found out there in the woods.
    David left the room, clenching his teeth. She was sexy as hell, and she was involved in something. It occurred to him that it was possible she had two missions on the base, possible her assignment with his team might be just a cover. After all, his upcoming assignment had been so secret that he barely knew more than the basics. She might be something a lot more complicated than a psychtech. I don’t need this. Hell, nothing is ever simple anymore.
    He paced down the corridor toward the base chemical-testing facilities. Probably it was none of his business. He should concentrate on getting his team through this last round of tests and getting them up there, into space. But it rubbed at him, bothered him the way she’d lied so badly. If she were simply a psychtech, why hide the truth?
    The questions gnawed at him until he reached the test lab. Here, he might get some answers, even if it wasn’t his business. Branscombe had a contact in the labs and had promised him some answers on the samples they’d collected at the crash site.
    David tapped his compad, now hooked to his uniform shirt collar instead of the flak helmet he’d worn earlier. “Brown here. Branscombe, do you have any results? I’m outside lab one.”
    The door slid open. Branscombe nodded at him. She sat on a stool, her long lanky frame crowding a young man in a lab coat as she observed his work. “Lab rat here says something’s wrong with our samples.”
    “What do you mean?” David strode into the room and stared at the tall, thin man clicking buttons on gear he’d never laid eyes on before.
    “You guys have got to go.” The labtech flicked his eyes up at David and then back to his work. “You shouldn’t be here at all. This lab is off limits.”
    “What’s the problem, Harry?” Branscombe cajoled. “You were okay with me being here a few minutes ago.”
    “This stuff…” Harry poked at the sample bag of dirt sitting on the counter beside his machinery, “…this stuff is not a known polymer. It shouldn’t even exist.”
    David picked up the bag. It looked like a bag of dirt. None of the strange melted plastic appeared to be inside, at least not to the naked eye. “Explain.”
    “It’s like nothing I can identify. The comp is spitting out red flags all over the place. I’ve already received instructions