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Rounding a corner into yet another long hallway bathed in the ugly yellow glow of emergency lights, Jack froze when he saw about half a dozen men in black tactical gear blocking his way. At first, his fight or flight instincts kicked in – and he almost raised his gun – but then he noticed that those were Leyrian emblems on their uniforms.
The two men in front both choked up on their rifles, eyes narrowing as they studied him. They quickly lowered those weapons, however. “Ma'am,” one said.
Gaping at them, Jack blinked several times. “Hi there,” he said, stepping forward. “Don't suppose you guys could give me directions to the hangar bay? You know, I have this tendency to get lost and wander into detention cells.”
The six of them were standing in a cluster, talking hurriedly with one
