"Stewart—" she screamed. "Run Stewart; run! Get away! Call Security—"
Ross lunged. But it was towards her, struggling with Corrack; not the door.
Only then purple light pulsed past his head, so close that his eyes went out of focus. He staggered, tripped, pitched to his knees.
... And there, off to one side, grav-seat already rising, sat Mawson. His teeth were bared, and he held his paragun poised and ready.
Ross started to rise.
Mawson triggered another ray.
Whirling, Ross plunged through the doorway and ran for his life.
CHAPTER VIII
WRITE IT IN BLOOD!