Erik slowed as the sound of machine-g*n and rifle fire died out in the distance. He hadn’t heard any explosions, which was a good sign, and the familiar tenor of the heavier weapons suggested it was Anne and Kant doing the shooting. The battle hadn’t been all that long, but that could mean a thorough, quick defeat for either side.
“We need to keep moving,” he announced.
Jia, Erik, and Tala crouched near the wall of a hall. They’d slowed when they heard the first shots, the docking bay still a decent distance away. Now there was clanging from one direction and heavy but slow footfalls from the other. No matter what direction they went, they’d run into someone potentially dangerous.
Tala kept rubbing her wrists and looking down the hall, her expression on the edge of panic. “That fight wa
