Slipping back through the heavy bulkhead door, Zane allowed the pressure seal to hiss shut behind him.
The dusty air of the hydroponics annex felt like a warm embrace after the clinical sterility of the corridor outside.
Inside the quarantined room, the long shadows cast by the dead flora offered a temporary illusion of safety.
Springing to her feet immediately, Wren kept her hand hovering near her scrap-bow.
She exhaled sharply as she recognised his silhouette in the dim light, the tension bleeding from her shoulders.
Tossing the plastic rectangular access card to Kog, Zane leaned his silver sword against a shattered glass cylinder. "Clearance acquired," Zane announced, his voice keeping to a low, gravelly murmur. "The patrol in our immediate grid is neutralised."
Scrambling to
