Chapter Eight
Marina climbed the stairwell two steps at a time, and reached the top just ahead of a heavily breathing Ark. The apartment they’d been allocated was up ahead and she took the corridor slow, listening hard as she approached the door.
Swiftly, Ark took out his lockpicks. His hands trembled a little.
‘You’re scared?’ Marina asked.
‘A bit. Aren’t you?’
‘Not anymore,’ she said. ‘Weren’t you squad leader back in the day?’
‘I was.’ Ark’s eyebrows pressed together and he crouched before the lock. ‘Things change.’
‘Wait.’ Marina tapped him on the shoulder, put a finger to her lips.
There was noise inside. The apartment was occupied.
Ark put his picks away and took out his sedative auto-injector. He nodded and Marina knocked. Footsteps, then the door opened and a woman flashed
