“Come on,” Hunter said, gracing us both with another grin as he pulled the MLP Scout up to the ready. “Let’s see if we can’t reach the shuttle by nightfall.”
For a stretch of that afternoon, I almost thought we would make it back to the dirt cruiser without further harassment by other contract hunters or assorted hopefuls. After that, I assumed, we would be all but clear to reach the shuttle. But that was before I heard the high-pitched whine of another aerial reconnaissance drone.
“Hunter,” I whispered, letting the tone of my voice convey the urgency of my warning.
But Hunter just nodded. “I hear them, too. At least four of them. And they’re gaining on us.”
We only continued for another few subchrons before Hunter waved Fadar and me to pause. “Stay low but be ready to run if I tell yo
