After at least twenty minutes of intense work, punctuated by frequent growls, curse words, and suggestions that some of those who’d provided the map data couldn’t find their backsides with both hands, Tarkus finally blew out a huge breath.
“I’ve managed to combine the data well enough to choose our route,” he said. “I know where we need to jump for next.”
“Where are we heading for this time?”
“The location is called Graveyard Junction.”
“You mentioned that before. It doesn’t sound very encouraging!”
“It’s not. It’s damn difficult to get to as well, even with the details I’ve pulled together. There’s lots of small jumps close together. One after just forty-five minutes, another forty-minutes after that, then six really close together. After that we get a couple of hours break bef
