Chapter Twenty-One
Carrying his TR-7, which was loaded with armor-piercing rounds, Erik strode into the boarding tube connected to the destroyer. He approached the door and slung his TR-7 slung over his shoulder before moving his gloved hand toward the PNIU.
“If the emergency access codes they sent along don’t work, we’ll use torches,” Erik noted. “Until we have a better idea of what’s going on, I don’t think it’s a great idea to connect Emma to this ship even indirectly.”
“I’m not convinced whatever threat is in there could affect me,” Emma replied, “but I am not going to complain about not being forced to take unnecessary risks. That’s really more your area of expertise.”
“Glad you agree. Everyone else, do what you do best. I doubt we’ll punch a lot of holes in this ship even with ou
