He rolled out of bed with his SIG-Sauer in one hand and his panga in the other. Krysty sat up. “Lover…what—” “Gear up.” Ryan heard Krysty’s blaster clear leather. “Stay behind me.” More gunshots and screams rang out below where the convoy, cargo and the majority of the passengers were berthed. Ryan heard a slamming noise in the corridor outside. He swiftly and silently opened the door of their stateroom. The corridor of the passenger suites was dimly lit with smoky, fish-oil lamps. A man was slamming his shoulder into Doc’s stateroom door. Ryan spoke low. “Hey.” The man whirled. Ryan recognized him as one of the passengers taking birth to Manitoulin Island. A wordless scream tore from this throat as he charged Ryan. Foam flew from his mouth and his fingers curled into claws. Ryan burned half a mag of hollowpoint rounds into him before the intruder fell twisting to the metal floor, spraying blood at his feet. Krysty leaned out into the corridor with her blaster in both hands, covering her lover’s back.
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