Mareen pressed her hand against the console.
Anna heard the sound of the door sliding on its track.
Bullets rushed through the opening, across the lobby and into the hallway that led to the cellblock. They would hit the back wall of the anteroom. Mareen was trying to stay out of the line of fire. “Keli,” Anna said. “Give me her grenade.”
The telepath snatched the small, round explosive off Melissa’s belt and tossed it. Anna caught it with a deft hand.
She threw it out the door.
“You didn’t even arm it,” Corovin muttered.
When Anna peeked around the corner, she saw the backs of twenty gray-clad men all fleeing from a grenade that had landed in the middle of the corridor. She lined up a shot and pulled the trigger.
Her bullet hit the back of one man’s leg, and he convulsed, falling fl
