On the other side of the door, a long white-walled hallway stretched on for maybe a hundred paces before ending at an intersection with a crossing corridor. There was no one in sight, no guards, no personnel.
Closing her eyes, Anna nodded once. “All right,” she said. “We do this quick and clean. Corovin, go to work.”
The assassin stepped forward, thrusting his hand through the opening, directing his multi-tool to scan the area. Red lines appeared on the walls, holograms to indicate the positions of power conduits. Corovin took a small, triangular object from his belt and pressed a button on its surface.
He threw it into the hallway, and the triangle immediately clamped onto the wall, drilling down through it. “Stand clear,” Corovin said gruffly. The others did as they were ordered, taki
