We moved back to the only access hallway connecting the air locks and shuttle bays on the lower level with the main corridor behind us leading to the bridge.
“I’m sure they’ve taken the shuttle bays by now,” Hunter muttered as we hurried toward our destination. But as we neared the hatch and stairwell at the rear of the ship leading to the bays, Hunter stopped short and turned to one of the small access panels along the corridor.
“This way,” he said, stooping to open the hatch before ducking inside with his large crate in tow.
I followed into the cramped space, wondering what he was up to. I knew the access ways ran throughout the ship because my mother and I had spent plenty of time repairing various systems aboard the Essta. But I didn’t see how that would help us to repel a corporate
