Sevan waited until the sounds of violence and destruction had died down before lifting his head.
“What are you hiding in there?” Ay-ttho was standing in the doorway surrounded by the bodies of guards.
He followed her into the corridor where Scotmax and Tori were emerging from their cells. Scotmax was collecting weapons from the fallen guards.
“Come on,” he said. “We need to take the bridge.”
As an ex-corporation security clone, Ay-ttho was almost indistinguishable from the guards, once she donned one of their uniforms and a respirator mask. Two weapons each, the others hid from the view of the security camera while Ay-ttho buzzed the intercom to the bridge.
“We do not permit it you to open the door to the bridge while transporting convicts,” the Captain denied her request.
“We have
