It wasn’t too long before the huge door loomed before them. The Hareema again put forth an extension to unlock the lock, and the door creaked open. The bubble rolled through, coming to a stop right inside the door while it closed behind them.
It flattened out again, creating a solid sheet over the door and the small window above it. Apparently they were in the area used for surveillance. Now that it had gotten them out, it seemed it needed to cover their retreat.
Ontarii grabbed Jennifer’s hand and cocked his head to Drake. “Come on. We need to make our way to the docking bay.”
Drake frowned. “Aren’t we going to be stopped the moment someone spots us?”
The minister had a point. They were winging this escape. There had been no time to perfect a plan.
“We know Hareema take other forms when they are walking around, doing their business. Let’s hope they will assume we are one of them, doing the same.”
“And if they don’t buy it?” Drake sounded beyond skeptical.
His mate put her hand on his arm and piped up, “Then we fight like hell and get as far as we can.”
Drake’s face cracked into something almost resembling a smile. “Agreed.”
