Twenty minutes later, sweating badly and with dozens more scratches, Lucien reached the hatch which he was almost certain would lead him into the hangar. He’d had to climb a ladder to reach it and the ladder only lead to the hatch. If his memories hadn’t led him astray that meant it was one of the service points for ships. That was a big if, though.
There was only one way to know. He reached out and opened the hatch slightly. Looking through the c***k his heart jumped as he saw the large space which could only mean he was in a hangar. No other area of the ship had such large spaces — they required too much bracing and still left too large a weakness in the ship to be used anywhere they weren’t absolutely necessary.
He opened the hatch some more and slid out, letting it shut behind
