Chapter Forty-SixRyan was holding his breath. The transport to the space station worked out perfectly. Now he found himself in a hallway, invisible and hugging the metal wall. His armlet was telling him where to go with a soft beep that he was sure that only he could hear somehow, at least he hoped that was the case.
No, Ryan's situation was fine but he was not. The stress was causing him to sweat and the fear was making it nearly impossible to move forward. He carefully put one foot in front of another. Took a step forward. He expected this stealth thing on his arm to fail at any second and some security team to come grab him. But it didn't, at least not yet.
Ryan finally let his breath out quietly and started to walk. This place reminded him very much of any of the other stations, howe
