The hail of fire stops their pursuers. On reaching the end of the corridor, they are met by another lift, except it’s locked this time.
“You need to enter the code – zero, three, four, five. A perk of the job,” Derek roars as he opens fire once more.
Maeve taps the code in, and the door swings open. “Let’s go, Derek!”.
The door closes as Derek makes it through, “We’re going to the top level.”
Maeve presses the relevant button, then plants a kiss on his lips. “Thank you for saving me.”
The lift door opens, and they exit into a large hangar. There is a stench of oil.
“There she is, Maeve. Right in front of us, the red one. My mother left her to me, but up till now, there was nowhere I wanted to go. Not till I met you.”
They hurry over the ship. A device in Derek’s chair signals for the cargo bay ramp to go down. Derek drives onto the ramps, with Maeve close behind as he hears shouting in the distance. He can feel his heart beating. “Maeve, follow me to the deck and strap yourself in pronto. We need to get off this base.”
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