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THE DOOR GREW HOT, glowed briefly and sagged to the floor in a puddle of molten plastic. The display of lights at the top all started flashing orange.
Someone inside the room shouted. Milo jumped aside just before a jet of plasma sizzled across the door. He dropped to his knees and fired a few times into the jagged opening. Melati couldn’t imagine that he could see anything.
“Wait.” Majoa approached at a run, and skidded on her knees next to him. She lobbed the remaining smoke bomb into the opening. It produced a hiss when it went off.
More people shouted inside, men and women. There was a rumble of moving chairs. People coughed. Someone ran out. Milo whacked him with his baton. The man fell face first on the floor. He wore a blue uniform, with the backside of his pants covered in d
