A few moments later, he surprised me again with how swiftly he could cover ground. “How close am I?” he asked.
“Two more turns,” I answered, feeling a little more confident I finally had a handle on what he needed. “Then another hundred metrics.”
He grunted an affirmative and his pace slowed, though I wasn’t sure why. I was still trying to find visual feeds for the corridors when I heard a burst of gunfire over the comms.
My heart leapt into my throat as worry threatened to overwhelm me, but then I realized Hunter was still moving.
And fast.
He dove off the main corridor into a side doorway and paused. The room beyond was a cargo area, but he didn’t seem interested in the space. Instead, I heard more gunfire followed a moment later by a colossal roar.
“Hunter!” I shouted when Hunter
