Erik and Jia barreled through the hallway, borrowed rifles in hand. Between all the explosions and gunfire from the other end of the station, it was clear Kant had run into trouble in the docking bay. For now, they needed to concentrate on Tala and stop her if she was preparing to engage the GPG. Too many inconsistencies had added up, and there was only a small chance they were mistaken about her.
They closed on her room. Erik didn’t wait before slapping the access panel, but the door didn’t open. He pounded on it.
“Tala, open up,” Erik shouted. “It’s us.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Mr. Blackwell,” Tala replied over the intercom.
Erik ground his teeth. There was only one way she could know his real name.
She chuckled, but there was little mirth in the sound. “I wondered from the beg
