Chapter 22
AIRSHIP, Skies
Azucara strapped herself into the leather seat at her desk as the airship descended through the air.
From the GPS, she knew that they had been flying over the fruit jungles for several hours. Only once had she lifted the shades, and that was only to get a look at a flock of rare birds flying out of the canopy below.
Seeing such a beautiful sight—brilliant blue, red, and green birds fanning out over the trees—was enough to make her forget her fear of heights for a moment. But when the birds disappeared, she had promptly drawn the shades, strapped herself into her seat, and occupied herself with her tablet, swiping through the photographs and videos that she had taken of the experiments in the ruins of the Nutrizeen Labs.
Very little of it made any sense—she fe
