Chapter Thirty-FiveWe have your ship.
Though the words on the translator's display had been perfectly clear the first time he'd read them, Swift reviewed them a second time…and a third.
The message left no room for misinterpretation. It was so simple, he was certain that the multiterpreter had correctly translated it from the latest arrangement of symbols on the wings of the Mazeesh.
We have your ship.
Just in case there was a shred of doubt, the manta creature proceeded to offer proof of its words. The symbols on the underside of one wing melted away; a grainy video image coalesced in their place, familiar and disheartening.
Instead of being amazed at the creature's ability to receive and display a video feed transmitted from orbit, Swift felt a surge of worry and disappointment.
