Chapter 59If Rusty had driven like any less of a maniac, we never would have made it across the cavern. Also if she'd been any less of a crack shot.
She raced that quad through the fighting like a whirling dervish, charging and swerving around and over obstacles with dizzying recklessness. One minute, we were running a serpentine between Guardsmen and Crossbreeds, dodging fire from both sides. The next minute, we were looping behind Groundswell troops, zipping along close enough to touch them.
Hardly saying a word, Rusty flew like a fighter pilot, hurtling through super-tight maneuvers with gun blazing. Picking off enemy soldiers and using their bodies as jumps. Doing her best to help the good guys along the way.
I did my best, too, firing shots from the rifle on the fly. Also wor
