“Hang left. Tangoes coming down the right-hand corridor,” Zero said quietly behind her.
He’d been keeping up a quiet commentary, guiding them through the station corridors as they headed toward docking arm fifteen. Three times they’d had to double back or wait. She didn’t need to tell either of them that the frequency and number of enemy patrols weren’t a good sign. From the tone of Zero’s voice and the grim expression on Allen’s face as he took point and then held position to cover them as they moved, both already knew.
They took the left corridor but halfway down Zero hissed. “f**k, they doubled back.”
They froze in place in the middle of the corridor. She and Allen covered opposite sides of the hallway.
“Which way, big man?” Allen asked, voice terse. “We really don’t want to be caug
