They rushed out of the cargo bay and into the adjoining corridor, Captain Brooklyn leading the way to the bridge. There was another loud sound, the screech of metal on metal, and then the feeling of movement.
“We’re heading somewhere.” She glanced back over her shoulder. “I wonder where.”
“We shouldn’t be heading anywhere,” he responded through clenched teeth. “There’s no way your ship could have broken the tractor lock by itself.”
Before she could answer they were through the door and into the corridor outside the bridge. It was empty and eerily quiet. The human captain ran to the bridge door and hit the button to open it.
Nothing happened.
She banged on the door with her fist. “Open up in there!”
Still nothing.
Turning back to him with wide eyes, she shook her head. “What the hell is going on?”
Ontarii frowned.I wish I knew.
