Dylan glances behind us, grips my shoulder,
pushing me against the wall as he steps in front of me. His hands
find my waist, position me directly behind him so he shields me
from the colonists. “Don’t worry, baby,” he murmurs. I can hear
footsteps running down the corridor, towards us. “I’m not letting
them take you from me again.”
Then I see the keypad beside the door.
Without thinking, without even wondering if it’s going to work, I
tap in the code Conlan gave me, 23761Please,I
pray, feeling the raised Braille digits beneath my fingers.
Please.
Nothing.
The door stays shut.
“Fuck,” I mutter. I risk a glance over
my shoulder, around Dylan, and they’re coming closer now, Ramsey
and Maclin, not really running because they know we don’t have
anywhere to go. They’re like jackals advancing on a wounded animal,
they’re enjoyingthis, it’s a game to them, I can see the
gleam in their eyes and their evil grins and please no, the code
has to work, it just HAS to.