Well, maybe that made sense to a Nassai, but faith was hard to come by when you were the one who shot the Prime Council. Not so long ago, Cassi had been the very soul of confidence. All of that had changed six months ago. She was still trying to change it back.
With a few quick gestures, she called the other shuttle and had a glimpse of Larani in the pilot’s seat. “Cassiara,” the woman said, checking her displays. “What can I do for you?”
“How are you ladies doing over there?”
“Just fine.”
“I’m reading two ships over the target area.” And there was no way to know if either one of them had the enhanced shields. Not until the shooting started, and by then, it might be too late. “You think we can handle ‘em?”
“The Agaleen and the Sokir will be supporting us along with the Scrappy,” Laran
