Nika would have snorted with laughter if she wasn’t so scared for him. The irony was immense. She’d been worried about him being carried off some hypothetical battlefield by an EXM ambulance; now, if he wasn’t careful, he could be killed by one.
The fear wrenched in her gut so deeply that it hurt and forced her to bend over the steering wheel as she struggled to get her breath back.
Why?
Was it so hard to imagine a world without him?
She had eased back to the most efficient fuel-per-distance speed, but the waves were still up near the limit for the fully-loaded LCAC. She considered easing off further, to make the work on the deck safer, but if she did there wasn’t a chance of her fuel lasting.
As it was, she was betting on the leading edge of the storm continuing to shove them east to
