Given the number of guards and guns along their route, Scott and Cairn's trip to the Hangar Deck was quick and painless. No one made a move to stop them or even said a word, just let them slip past as if they weren't the real targets at all.
But when Scott opened the Hangar Deck door, he saw the trouble-free transit was over. There, between him and the jump-ship Donna had hotwired, stood Perseid and Rexis. They were both unarmed, with hands extended palm-up at their sides--but the glares on their faces could not have been any icier.
"What the flux, Scott?" said Perseid. "You switching sides on us?"
"Just doing what I have to." Scott raised the bomb remote control. "Now please don't make me use this. Both of you, step aside."
"Seriously?" snapped Rexis. "You're planning to fly o
