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The huge cargo bay doors slid apart to reveal a sterile, white corridor running from left to right on the other side. A quick survey of their surroundings revealed no personnel lurking about, no one to shoot at them or raise an alarm.
There were, however, small dome-shaped protrusions in the ceiling: glossy lenses that monitored the corridor in all directions. Anna shot one and watched it shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. “Take out any camera you see,” she said. “Let's make it harder for them to keep tabs on us.”
Ben stepped through the door and turned left.
Well, since that was his destination, Anna supposed that she and Jack were better off heading right. They ran side by side through the corridor, breathing in a slow, steady rhythm. She had to give her best friend this much cr
