47: Piran
Piran
Piran sat in his seat, next to Keelin. With everyone else out, she’d said the bridge should be the centre of operations.
Because this was where the important stuff happened. Without Piran’s work, everything else would fall apart.
“You ready?” Keelin said as she adjusted her earpiece.
“I was born ready.” He leaned back and closed his eyes, data feeds scrolling across his lenses. “Brice, Deva, you in position?”
He’d wanted to rig some way of amplifying susses, but that would have taken too long. Instead, they were working through comms, piggy-backing the systems in the city. Made it easier for Deva. Brice too, he supposed.
“We’re ready.” There was no expression in Brice’s voice.
“Ryann?”
“In position,” she said, and Piran could picture her outside the museum, hiding
