Chapter Forty-Eight
Cutter yowled in excitement. “This is the kind of s**t I thought I’d be doing all the time when I first got my pilot’s license. I get to show off my skills without getting shot.”
“You could always get blown out of the sky,” Emma commented.
“Don’t be a buzz-kill, Holochick.”
Jia took a deep breath as she stared at an external drone feed while sitting in the cargo bay, safely ensconced in her tactical suit, exoskeleton, and breather next to Erik. He was equipped the same way.
The Argo skimmed close to the city, Cutter’s careful thrust burst and attitude manipulations were almost graceful in how they moved the ship through the levels and toward the module containing the Ascended Brotherhood army.
Ships weren’t supposed to fly close to most of the city. Grav fields an
