She’d already gotten the information she needed and could only hope that incoming ships wouldn’t ruin her plans. She could get away from her station to use the lav, but only when the gun wasn’t needed. That meant incoming ships had to be more than half an hour away. If everything went according to plan, by this time tomorrow, she’d be preparing to run or die. The next few hours dragged. The plan roiled through her mind while she worked and she went over every detail, repeatedly. She could hardly wait to be with her mates that night so they could go over the plan together. She was relieved there’d been no need for the gun today. No more murders to eat at her soul and plague her nightmares. Her relief arrived and she quickly left her station, the guards falling in on each side of her. Instead of escorting her to her cell, they ordered the elevator to level twenty. “You missed my level.” Her heart had already sunk to the soles of her feet. The interrogation rooms were on level twenty.
