The corridor turns left, then right. All the time, I could hear the pounding feet of our pursuers. Then an explosion goes off behind shaking the building and knocking us off our feet. The ceiling has fallen in behind us, covering everything in a white dust.
I struggle to my feet knowing that we are now racing against the clock. Tabitha does likewise, her jaw clenched.
A lift is only a few feet away. We get inside knowing there’s no chance we would leave our comrades behind.
I press the button to go down a floor and we go back in the direction from which we came.
As the lift opens, there is another explosion. ab
We run. In front of us are the enemy troops who pinned us down earlier. We start firing hitting them in the back. Only one of them manages to turn around, his eyes wide open as his body is riddled.
Charging down the stars I roared, “Everyone to the ship. It’s going to blow!”
Then came out of their cover positions and followed. Then we all came to an abrupt halt. The Emperor, now a sickly yellow stood in front of us. Barely audible he said, “Whhaat have you done?”
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