Behind us, Parker calls out, “Come on, you
guys. Get your freak on later. This is why they threw your asses in
jail, remember?”
“Shut up,” Dylan growls. As he pulls
me out into the corridor, though, the airlock door starts to slide
shut. It hits his shoulder, bounces back into its frame, tries
again. “Hey!” Dylan glares at Parker, smirking at us—he’s the
closest one to the keypad. Conlan’s halfway down the hall leading
to the colony, Shanley right behind him. I jump clear of the door’s
path when it tries to close again, and this time it slides shut.
Advancing on Parker, Dylan pushes him back against the far wall.
“You’re just looking for a fight, aren’t you?”
“Wasn’t me,” Parker says. He knocks
Dylan’s hands away and I step between them before they can start
something. “Jesus, Teague, the door closed on its own. I didn’t
touch the damn thing.”
A little ways off from us, Conlan stops.
“We’re coming,” I tell him before he can ask, grabbing Dylan’s arm