Anna listened for any sound in the dark tunnel. With the lights out, she was forced to rely on her Spatial Awareness, but its range was limited. A blind friend of hers had taught her once that you could learn a lot by paying attention to your other senses.
The others were right behind her.
Melissa and Claire were huddled together by the wall, both trying to remain as quiet as possible. Stephanie, on the other hand, was practically gasping. Anna couldn’t say that she blamed the poor kid.
Stephanie was eighteen, maybe nineteen years old. A place like this offered maximum creep factor. Even Anna – who had carried a Nassai since her high-school days – would have had a hard time coping if one of her first missions involved tunnels with skin growing on the walls and aliens that could reshape
