I cringed at the possibilities, but fgured I had to go for the gun turrets as fast as I dared, without getting out of breath.
I found an opening that allowed me to go lower into the ship. As I twisted through a maze of narrow corridors, a thousand ugly visions fashed through my mind. Each one reminded me that I was probably going to die.
A Few Breaths Left. I came to a fork in the corridor. On the right was a clutter of pipes and debris, so I opted for the left and went about 40 feet before coming to a dead end.
