Dr. Lindstrom kept casting suspicious glances at Anne and Kant. Anne couldn’t blame him. Random pilots for equally random inspectors wouldn’t normally be lumbering after a man in a research station in exoskeletons.
His concern had to take second place to the enemy, though. They expected at least a dozen attackers, if not many more, based on the use of two shuttles. Because they were dealing with the Core, they couldn’t make any assumptions about the nature and capabilities of those enemies.
She’d become convinced that Lindstrom wasn’t aiding the attackers, but that didn’t do them much good. He was locked out of the system, but at least the doors to the GPG room were still open when they approached.
Dr. Lindstrom put a hand on his chest and took a deep breath. “I know it might offend you
