76: Brice
Brice
The lorry’s controls were similar to a trike—steering yoke and throttle. The shift change was new, and there were all kinds of other controls, but the basics were the same.
But the weight was something else. The back end slid away on corners, and Brice winced when metal ground against buildings. Sparks flew, bright in the cab’s side-views.
Deva had tapped something on the control panel, lifting a screen from the console. She’d configured it to show views from external sensors.
He wasn’t sure it helped. It simply showed how badly he was piloting this thing. It also showed the vehicles behind them.
“They’re closing in,” she said.
As if he couldn’t see that for himself.
He looked ahead, recalled the map of the city he’d studied. “Detour,” he said as he swung the Aeth
