CHAPTER 4
The same two women who had escorted Tarkos into the ship now escorted him to the airlock, where his suit still stood, its feet magnetized and gripping a metal panel in the floor.
Tarkos nodded to his escort. “Thanks.” His armor parted and he backed inside. As it pressed closed, sealing him in its tight embrace, he released the boots and drifted into the airlock.
He turned on the stealthing of his suit before the airlock had fully cycled out. When the door opened, he pushed off the inner hatch and waited till he floated a few meters from the Kirt ship before he ignited the rocket pack with a single burst, just to push him toward Savannah Runner at a few meters per second.
He considered the decoded message and the coordinates that Captain Shirazi had given him. He needed a
