Destin jumped out of the transport and jogged over to where he saw Cutter waiting. Tim, Mason, and Trig followed him. Cutter’s face was grim. Destin nodded in greeting, matching Cutter’s pace when he turned on his heel and began walking across to a land transport.
“How are they?” Destin asked, sliding into the front next to Cutter.
Cutter briefly glanced at him before focusing on activating the transport and pulling away from the landing pad. “They will heal,” he replied in an abrupt tone.
“How could there be an attack here – on the base?” Destin demanded, his knuckles almost white from his grip on the side of the transport. “There used to be better security.”
“A section of the shield was rerouted and the fencing was cut near the Councilor’s living quarters. We are assessing who had ac
