80: Deva
Deva
Deva leaned forward, head almost on the windscreen. She looked up at the Proteus. The hatch was open. Ryann stood, silhouetted against the internal lights. She leaned out, a cord keeping her fixed to the craft, and she lowered a wire.
Deva waved. She doubted Ryann saw.
“It’s not totally fixed,” Ryann said, through the comms. “We’ll have to do this one at a time.”
Brice nodded, turned. “You go first.”
“Okay.”
The wire descended. There was a sit-harness at the end.
Deva glanced at the console screen. Vehicles swarmed behind the lorry. Something flashed. Metal pinged at the rear of the cab.
“They’re shooting at us!”
Brice nodded again. “Keelin. Any way you can turn the arc-lights on those vehicles? Bright enough to blind them. Might cover the winch.”
There was no answ
