Aden scanned the surface, searching for prospects. He glanced up at his screen every time Tatton announced the ship’s position. With each pass around the planet, the Utothiaz ship continued to close the distance.
“Sir, they are forty-five frents away.”
“Rhyes, are we close to completing our passes?” Aden demanded.
“Still two to go, sir.”
Aden punched numbers into his computer and sent them to Rhyes. “Break orbit. Take us to these coordinates on the surface. Vardy, hang on this time.”
The engineer exclaimed in protest as the Balkan shifted position. Aden clung to his seat as the ship spun around and headed for the surface. The cloud cover, once far below, rushed up to greet them. The hum of the engines changed pitch as they entered the atmosphere.
“The Utothiaz ship is following, sir,
