“There must be a code.” If Raub didn’t have this code they were going to be in real trouble. Darcy turned to call down the corridor to him, but her voice came out weaker than she intended and she wasn’t sure he heard her. He was focused on the figures in grey armor pouring out of the corridor from the other shuttle bay. They were waving around guns, but no one was shooting yet. Then she noticed that one of those men had a small red dot on his chest—which suddenly burst into flames. There’d been no sound of a weapon firing. What? Had Raub done that? Tesserae71 pushed her down and reached up for the keypad. She stared at him dully and realized there was a red dot on the back of his head. She lurched for him without thought, pulling him down. As she tumbled backward, a scorched and smoking spot appeared on the wall just below the keypad where Tesserae71’s head had been. Selpis went down with them, hard, into a tangle.
