They couldn’t have been more than an hour into the flight when an alarm started to go off in front of Sath. He growled, checked the displays, then turned his head to glare back at Dav.
“Just who the hell is after you two? Someone has found us, and they’ve got a weapons lock!”
“How much damage can the shields take?” asked Tarkus.
“Shields? Shields? We don’t have shields! This flyer isn’t designed to fight!”
“No. It’s designed to fly. So why aren’t we?”
“Because that ship out there has us bang to rights. If we try to run it blows us away.”
“Who is it?” asked Dav.
“How do I know? Whoever’s been hunting you down, obviously.”
“Clever,” said Tarkus. “You managed to work that out, and that we couldn’t move, without actually speaking to them. How, I wonder?”
Dav glanced to his
