46: Deva
Deva
“You need to calm down,” Deva said as soon as she pulled herself up into Wrench’s cabin.
He’d panicked, of course—sent back increasingly garbled messages, so much so that Deva started to worry that he might do something stupid. So she’d told him to hold on, that they’d talk face to face.
“But what do we do?” Wrench’s face was pale. Sweat coated his brow. “What if they’re coming for us now!”
He tapped at his terminal, so hard it slipped from his hand. Deva caught it.
“They’re not. You heard what they said—they’ll wait for us to join the others at Avegen. That gives us ten hours, right?”
“But what if they change their minds? What if they…”
“Stop! Calm down and think. We’ve got the bug, right? And you’re tracking their terminals. We’ll know if they change their plans
