Throwing a line out the open bay door, I leapt for the fighter below, sliding down the line to land gingerly on the upper hull. Only steps ahead of me, I spotted a gaping hole in the fighter’s forward canopy which appeared to have been shattered from the inside.
Moving quickly as I began to cough, I dropped into the fighter through the canopy, hoping to find Hunter within. Instead, I found an empty cockpit with a sealed hatch. But there was a jumble of cobbled-together hardware patched through the fighter’s emergency broadcast systems positioned on the seat.
Carrying the collection of parts with me up the line to the assault craft, I quickly told Gloria what I’d found.
She scowled. “Well, he couldn’t have gone too far then. Let’s see if we can find somewhere to land.”
“How about there?
