63: Ryann
Ryann
“We go to the roof,” Ryann said. “I’ve got a craft coming.”
“You’re willing to assist us?” Annys asked.
“We both agree on one thing—the company can’t get hold of the Cyastone. That’s the primary task. We’ll sort out details later.”
“I can live with that. Lead the way.”
But as Ryann turned and ran back to the stairs a door opened. A figure stepped out.
Ryann focused, tasted the man’s lattice, and saw his intent. He stood firm and raised a mean-looking g*n.
“Down!” she yelled as she flung herself to the ground.
The air vibrated over her head. There was a crash, and a grunt.
Ryann twisted her head. Annys lay on the floor, eyes fixed on the man with the g*n. Tallia was on one knee beside her mistress. She held her Preben in a two-hand stance.
The man lay on the flo
