After the one-wheeled droid finally rolled away and the sound of its wheel faded deeper into the corridor, Tyler slowly pushed himself out from beneath the bed. His movements were cautious, but the moment he rose enough to look outside, Tansy grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back down so abruptly that his shoulder nearly struck the bed frame.
She pressed a finger to her lips.
Only then did Tyler hear it.
More sounds.
Not one machine this time, but several—lighter, quicker, moving with a rhythm different from the armed droid that had shredded the bird moments earlier.
Both of them remained still beneath the bed while the sounds grew closer. A few seconds later, several small droids entered the corridor.
