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the station.
Once again, she simply tried not to make eye contact with anyone or
anything.
    They had nearly reached the small bay where
Kyr’s shuttle was docked when loud, screeching alarms began to
sound. Kyr grabbed her roughly and pulled her with him into a dark,
narrow alcove. They waited there as a cadre of guards rushed past.
When the street in front of them was quiet again, Wren expelled a
ragged sigh. Her heart was still pounding furiously and her palms
were slick with sweat.
    “It will be fine,” Kyr said. “They will begin
their search at the Medical Bay and work backwards.”
    “There will be guards around the shuttle,”
Wren protested.
    “But only a few and I can handle them. I’m
trained to fight multiple opponents, Wren.”
    “I don’t want to see you hurt... and as
selfish as it sounds, if something happens to you, I have nothing.
I’m worlds away from everything I know.”
    There was nothing for him to say to that. She
spoke the absolute truth and no matter his training, there was
always the possibility that things could go wrong. “When we make it
out of here, I promise you that I will make sure you are taken care
of regardless of what happens.”
    Wren didn’t say anything else. She trusted
him more than she’d ever trusted anyone, but it petrified her to be
dependent on him. “Let’s just go... before I lose my nerve
completely.”
    Kyr went first, keeping her behind him as he
slipped into the hangar. It wasn’t guards near their shuttle, but
the three Aldacyians they had encountered on Earth. Kyr kept them
to the shadows, slipping between smaller ships and other
spacecraft. By the time they reached the shuttle, Wren felt as if
her heart was beating so fast it would simply fly out of her chest.
Rather than use the main door of the shuttle, Kyr led her beneath
it. There he accessed a service hatch and helped her inside. Once
she was on familiar ground, Wren began to feel that escape might
actually be possible. No sooner had the thought occurred than the
Aldacyians began to charge the ship.
    “Buckle up. We’re going to be moving a lot
faster leaving than we did coming in,” he warned her.
    Wren took the same seat in the control
area and buckled the harness. Through the thin fabric of the flight
suit, without the protection of the jacket, it bit painfully into
her skin. To distract herself from the discomfort and also from her
own negative thoughts, she watched as Kyr began to flip switched
and buttons on the control panel of the shuttle. The engine
suddenly roared to life, but it didn’t drown out the hue and cry
from the Aldacyians outside as they raced to their own ship. As
Wren watched, Kyr initiated the onboard weapons and fired a single
round at the Aldacyian ship. The explosion rocked everything in the
hangar. The sense of dread that had overwhelmed her hadn’t
been something she’d tuned into psychically, she knew. It had
simply been fear and a long history of Murphy’s law applying itself
to her life.
    Kyr’s mouth was drawn into a thin, tight line
as the shuttle lifted off the ground. Wren suppressed a terrified
cry when the shuttle suddenly shot backwards at a speed that made
her vaguely ill. Kyr was gripping the yoke, moving it with the
precision of a surgeon. The ship did a one eighty turn and was
cruising out of the hangar and away from the bay at breakneck
speeds. He fired another round at the bay as they left, destroying
the airlock that allowed ships to dock and takeoff without sucking
all the available oxygen out of the station. It had been too easy,
Wren knew, which told her more than anything else that the worst
wasn’t over.
    They had barely cleared the hangar when the
first shot was fired. Kyr turned the small shuttle sharply to the
right, the strange projectile hurtling past them. Again and again,
the dodged each of the missiles, Kyr maneuvering the ship with a
skill and precision that she would only be able to appreciate
later, when she wasn’t petrified.