65: Piran
Piran
“It’s all going wrong!” Piran screamed.
“I’m busy,” Brice said, his voice hard but quiet.
“Keelin’s left.”
“Run off?”
“We’re at the museum. Ryann’s in trouble. Keelin went to help her.”
“You’re on the ground?”
Piran shook his head, realised Brice couldn’t see him, said, “Hovering. By the roof. Keelin…she jumped!”
He watched, through the Proteus’ sensors. Her large, grey body dropped.
She reached out, grabbed a pole. The scaffolding shook. She didn’t stop, fell to the next level. Then the next.
“She’s falling!”
Her hand grabbed another pole, slid off again.
“She can’t stop!”
But that wasn’t her intention. He saw it, in a flash—how her hand didn’t slip from the pole but how she let go, how she twisted in the air so she could catch the next pole.
“Don’t b***
