Betrayal

Ren's hand clamped around Leo's knuckles like a hydraulic visem, his fingers grinding into the bone with sudden terrifying violence.

Leo's eyes went wide. 

"What—"

Ren twisted.

His left hand whipped behind his own back and slammed down on the emergency manual decouple stud on the outer rim of the airlock frame!

CLACK... BANG!

A concussive blast of gas tore through the collar…

The magnetic latches let go with a tearing shriek and the thick rubberized sleeve ripped away from the Wanderer-7's outer ring by more than a meter, opening a jagged screaming crescent of hard vacuum right between the two moving ships.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOSH!

The air in the junction exploded outward into the dark, dragging loose papers, plastic clips and frost into the void in a blinding white vortex as Leo's boots lost the floor... He slid across the plates toward the gap!

"REN!" 

His free hand clawed for the doorframe...

Ren didn't let go.