When he opened the maintenance tunnel door, Jack saw no signs of trouble. Hub Station was shaped like all the others in the network – two platforms, one on either side of a pair of tracks – but the tiles here were all white. His eyes detected nothing out of the ordinary, but his ears? That was another story.
The narrow platform extended for about thirty paces before the wall on his right suddenly ended. Beyond that was a wide, open area with benches and TV screens and stairs that led up to the first floor. He already knew that the Ragnosians had sentries posted. Their voices echoed off the walls. “Jam their transmissions,” he whispered.
“Done,” Melissa replied.
Shutting his eyes tight, Jack nodded once. “Let’s go!” He took off at a sprint, loping across the platform with footsteps that
