Gunfire rang from above—Xavi’s rifle, then the sniper in return. She had to move. She limped to the front of the platform and stood on the handrail, ready for the next gap in the container stack. One was approaching, hydraulic jacks pushing containers to form a narrow metal slot that cut through the ship. She understood Xavi’s warning better now; this automated alley could slam shut any second. She tensed her muscles, stepped up and into it.