He wanted to run for the door. He wanted to hide among the bags. He wanted to pound on the controls of the shuttle until the huge machine decided it wasn't broken after all. It wasn't until Sirah grabbed his arm that he came back to himself and began to think. “Can we still go back into the port?” Sirah asked above the rising and falling sound of the alarm. “I think... No.” Denny took a few steps down the ramp and quickly scanned the fences. On one side, the side behind the shuttle, he saw that there was one gate set back from the wall, surrounded by short walls on each side. “Kettle,” he called. “Where does that gate go?” Kettle turned to look where Denny was pointing. “Outside.” “Can you open it? A quick shake of the head. “No.” “Yulia.” Denny ran back to where the girl was standing against the wall, took her by the hand and led her to the bottom of the ramp.
