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But for once in my life, all of my anger failed me. I felt nothing but worry.
“You get out!” I yelled. “You’ll have a head start. None of them are wearing spacesuits.”
“I’m not leaving you!” Wrin bellowed, a note of panic in his voice. It was so wrong for him to sound that way.
I slammed the knife into the final hard drive, and the screen above it died. The hum from the coils faded, and the thrill of victory zipped through me.
I did it! I got the telepathy field down!
A shadow fell over me, blocking the main room’s light.
“Oh, shit.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
Wrin
The quiet and hollow human swear sounded nothing like my hellcat. Those two whispered words set a raging beast loose in my chest as her comms line went dead, the light winking out.
“Vivv-Ee-Aan!” Her name tore from me, leaving behind a raw and ragged tear in my very soul. All the cool calculation I’d been taught my entire life disappeared under a wave of primal fury.
I slammed into the blast door, ramming it with my shoulder again and again. Pain flared, a distant thing easily ignored. The frekking metal didn’t budge. Instinct had me lowering my head, ready to ram, but strong hands held me back, voices shouting in my ear.
It took a few moments for their words to penetrate.
“You’ll break your helmet!” “You’ll be exposed to the Grug telepathy field!” “For frek’s sake, calm the frek down! You can’t help her like this!”
That last was Sul.
He and Raxnor pulled at my shoulders from behind, while Gravin shoved in front of me, putting his body between mine and the heavy metal door.
“You back with us?” he asked when I stopped struggling.
“Yes.”
He grunted and spun around to start examining the door again. “Let’s get back to work.”
“I still can’t get any of Kirel’s programs to hack the controls,” Car-Raa said. She’d kept working the problem while the males had dealt with me.
There was a reason I’d left the two of them in charge when I’d gone to rescue Vivv, and this showcased exactly why it had been such a good decision.
“This isn’t working. None of this is working!” My hands balled into fists. We’d been trying for several minutes to get the blast door open. “It’s time to try something new.”
“You got it, boss,” Sul said.
“Boost me up.” We’d already checked the walls for access ways without success.
Sul and Raxnor crouched, and I stepped up onto their shoulders, balanced with one foot on each of them.
With their backs sliding up the door and one of my hands braced on the same, they stood. The ceiling rushed toward me, and I punched up, popping the ceiling panel free with a bang.
Sul whooped.
I reached upward and in, heaving myself up in a pull-up that kept going until my waist rested on the top lip of the door, inside the ceiling.
“Thank frek,” Gravin growled.
I leaned forward and smashed my fist down into the ceiling panel on the other side of the blast door, pounding into it over and over with all my worry and frustration. It fell away, crashing to the floor below, and light filled the crawl space.
