Tim and Talla raced down the hall, alarms of their presence blaring over the speakers, quickly dispatching anyone who drew a weapon against them.  They both knew that if they kept this up for long they risked exhausting themselves, but they had to hurry.  They were going much deeper into the compound than the others, and every second that they took increased the threat to them.

When they got to the quarters of the Informant Timothy fried the electric lock and they opened the door, only to find the Informant and his slave girl in what many would call a compromising position.

"Damn it." Tim said.  "You knew we were coming today and heard the sirens.  Couldn't you at least wait until we've escaped."

[i]I didn't realize it would be an issue.[/i], mind-spoke the Informant to them.

"Speak out loud, and don't go in my head again without my permission." Tim responded, throwing the Chigani one of the jumpsuits his people favored from the floor.

[i]Ve[/i], began the Informant, then stopped himself.  "Very well." he said, putting on the suit.

Once both of them had dressed, they lead the Informant and his slave girl down the hall towards the ship.  "So, what are your names?" Tim asked them, hoping to fill the rush back with some sort of sound.

"Cha'to'ta'hop'chu'a" said the alien, which got him a confused look from Talla.  "You can call me Cha." he offered.

"And I'm Kate." said the slave girl.  "It's good to meet..."

Just then a Plasma bolt struck Cha in the back of the head and he hit the ground face first, dead.  Tim threw up a shield just in time to stop another bolt intended for him, but they soon escalated to a level he knew he couldn't sustain a shield against for long.  Talla activated the encrypted radio on her wrist comp.  "We've been pinned down in corridor Sat're-7 and are taking heavy fire." she said.  Hopefully the other crew had had long enough to get the slaves on board and could help them out.  She drew Tim's gun, as hers would only impact his shield, and started firing back.