Chapter Thirteen
Erik slapped a fresh magazine into the TR-7 before handing new pistol magazines to Jia. She had drawn her stun pistol, but if they got rushed by another bot horde, she would be ready.
“TPST has provided an ETA of five to ten minutes,” Emma reported.
“We’re not waiting for TPST, are we?” Jia asked.
“No way. If that blood was Rena’s, she didn’t go willingly.” Erik jogged to the door. He spared a glance for his scratched and dented flitter. He hoped the self-repair systems could handle the damage but crashing your flitter into a building wasn’t recommended for a reason. “Can you access the floor systems, Emma?”
“I’ve already attempted to do that,” Emma replied. “This is rather clever. Someone activated a deep diagnostic mode for the bulk of the systems on this level. The
