VI. Trapped
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Mayhew led them through a door at the back of the main warehouse floor and then into a warren of corridors. There were more doors and Mayhew blasted the control panel of every single one, once they’d passed through.
“That should slow them down,” he said, barely panting though he was wounded, not to mention more than twice Mikhail and Anjali’s age.
Finally, they arrived at what Anjali assumed was the backdoor. Mayhew opened it and promptly closed it again, when he was met by a volley of blaster fire.
“So much for that idea,” Anjali said, as she and Mikhail dove for cover.
“Well, how was I supposed to know they’d be waiting out there?” Mayhew snapped from the other side of the door, where he had taken cover.
“Maybe because it was obvious,” Anjali countered.
Mikhai
