Talia said.Holger crammed the last remnants of the chow stick he’d smuggled along into his mouth, then brought up his shotgun as shadows appeared around the corner. Talia raised her .22 and stared down the corridor, trying to ascertain how many were coming by the sound of their footsteps.There was just one – Silvestri. He appeared from the gloom, his skin slick with sweat, and gestured at them to stow their weapons.“It’s just me,” he said. “It’s okay.”“Damn, what took you so long?” Talia said.“We’ve got company out there,” he said simply.“Who, and how many?” Holger said from the corner of his mouth as he chewed, the chow stick causing a large bulge inside his cheek.“Looters. Maybe twenty of them. They’ve forced the elevator doors open on several shafts on the southern end. It looks like they’re trying to get them reactivated.”“So I was right,” Aksel said, tapping at his holophone. “None of the elevators are in operation.”“No,”
