“Even if that’s true, it doesn’t change the fact we need to get you out of here,” he answered, turning to charge forward once more. But even as he did, a flash of motion caught my attention from down another street.
“Hunter, wait.” I pointed down another alley to where Kojo was waiving at us. Behind him sat his war feline and a small cluster of Esver troops surrounding Larress, but none of them wore crimson sashes. Hunter stiffened beside me when Kojo started toward us, shifting the grip on his SMR.
“I’m glad we found you,” Kojo offered. “It’s no longer safe here. You should come with us.”
“We’re heading for our shuttle,” Hunter countered. “I need to get Quatra back to the Celestial.”
But Kojo shook his head. “They’ve already taken the port. They control the air now. They’ll shoot you
