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Daemon woke with a jolt.
Not to any alarm. Somehow she’d slept through that.
The low thrum of smooth-running turbine engines lulled her for a moment, but she dragged herself up to check on the plane.
The clock said she’d been out for four hours. No big crisis, Honolulu was five hours from California.
She tried shaking her head. Just made her dizzy.
She knocked back half a Red Bull and a bag of gummy worms. Sugar and caffeine, that was the ticket.
Not much better, she was still weaving by the time she returned to the pilot’s seat.
The first thing she noticed was the cabin’s internal altimeter was falling. Falling?
The SyberJet had a sea-level cabin, the pressure wasn’t supposed to ease as it did in most planes. It was falling, down through fifteen thousand feet, headed back to s
