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Anna slammed into her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around him, squeezing him tight. She let out a squeak on contact and then drew in a shuddering breath. Bleakness, she hated the thought of Jack going off into a dangerous situation without her there to keep him safe. A silly fear, but there it was.
They stood on the floor of the massive hangar bay, next to the port-side entrance of a shuttle with sleek curving wings. Every now and then, she heard the hiss of an airlock opening or the hum of a cargo skiff hovering above the floor.
Stepping back, Anna looked up at him and blinked. “Be careful,” she pleaded. “We know next to nothing about Ragnosian military tech. Don't assume that the limits we take for granted will apply to their ships.”
His smile was infectious, and the slight flush
