Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jia and Erik rushed toward a stack of crates for cover. Barbu got up and strolled after them like he wasn’t worried about a horde of killers coming in. The hangar wasn’t very defensible. There were too many doors and not enough cover, other than the sparse piles of crates, lacking ships or cargo flitters.
Barbu might have picked the environment to set them at ease, but Jia would have preferred more obvious ambush positions. Leaving the man behind wasn’t an option either. If they ran, the Core assassins would chase them anyway.
They crouched behind the metal crates. Erik adjusted his rifle to single-barrel mode and Jia clutched the plasma grenade, ready for whatever inhuman horror might appear. With a hiss, a set of doors opened. Heavy footfalls preceded men with pist
