It took them a few minutes to approach the entry point. They strode past dumbfounded crewmembers, but Lyon ignored the gawking and towed Samara behind him.
They didn’t encounter any resistance along the way. He hadn’t expected any. Cael had control of the ship’s computer systems and for any non-enhanced human to go up against even one cyborg, never mind a group of them, would be suicide.
Suicidal or not, when the trio rounded the corner nearest to the entry point, they came face to combat visor with a group of heavily armed marines. Archon snapped his rifle into his shoulder almost as quickly as Lyon’s eyebrow rose toward his hairline. Either the Valkyrie’s marines really had been brainwashed into thinking they were the “best of the best” or they were insane. His money was on the latter.
