“Skeeter, I want you to take Violet back to your cabin and seal it,” Froget ordered as he opened a small panel near the co-pilot’s seat. Inside were several small but deadly laser pistols. “Don’t open it for anyone except Krac or me.”
“Can’t we just seal them in the cargo bays and wait for help?” Skeeter asked, holding Violet in a fierce hug. “I mean, the Zion warships are only about an hour or so away. Surely we can lock them out and wait for more help.”
Froget paused as he checked the charges on each of the three pistols that he had stored in case of a breach. He glanced up into Skeeter’s frightened face. She was very pale and her eyes were wide with fear.
“I don’t think these men will let a few sealed doors stop them, Skeeter,” Froget reluctantly admitted. “Go on. Go seal yourself in
