'Alistair!'
'Let him go. Can't you see he's not one of them?'
Stephen narrowed his eyes. 'Then why would he have entered the station with the enemy scouting party?'
Cali bit her lip. 'Have you tried asking him?'
Connor laughed. 'Like he's going to tell us anything when he's in a holding tank.'
'We could use the intel, though.' Melia suggested.
'Fair enough,' Stephen shrugged. 'Connor, hit that panel will you?'
The entire platform jolted, with the balcony folding away as it lowered to the floor below. Connor hadn't been kidding, each tank held one prisoner, and they all had breathing apparatus installed. Only tubes typically reserved for oxygen were instead filled with bright green liquid.
'How did you get them in there?' Cali asked, tapping the glass.
