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Jenna stumbled as she left the kitchen, her legs not quite recovered from the cramped conditions in the conduit. Before she could recover her balance her left arm slammed against the door frame, sending a wave of agony through the wound. She bit down on the scream of pain to keep it silent, knowing any noise might alert the robot.
Then she was moving again, running down the corridor toward the room she’d picked. It was away from the direction the robot would come from which was good and bad. Good in that it might buy her an extra second or two, bad in that she wouldn’t see it if it appeared. If it had given up on trying to take her alive to get the new master code for the ship then the first hint she was likely to get that it was there would be bullets hammering home in her back.
