“Dammit,” said Roz. “I’ve just got a message that the transit we’re heading for isn’t safe either.”
He looked worried. Dav was too. This was the seventh transit they’d either reached and decided was under surveillance, or been warned off before they got to it.
“How many more stations are there for us to try?” asked Tarkus.
“Three more which might be okay. I don’t know if they will.”
“It’s not enough,” said Tarkus. “If they’ve covered this many already, then chances are they’ve covered the others as well. We’re not going to make it to the gliders.”
Roz’s face set, then he nodded grimly.
“You’re right. There’s a backup plan. Only the boss and I know about it. We didn’t want to try it, but I don’t see we have any choice.”
“What is it?” asked Dav.
The man shook his head.
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