Aiden and John fly past us in their vans getting the victims to a waiting doctor to be checked over. I sag into the seat, my eyes closing for just a moment. Two dozen people are safe because of me.
Almost.
Kicking my shoes off I lean down grabbing the back rim of my waiting flats, pulling them on over my tights, better than the heels that are no longer necessary. I may need better traction anyways.
“TSL-94071 to Base.” Our earpieces are now live putting us back in communication with the team.
“Affirmative, go.” Levi circles the building with the car as he talks.
“Cargo is en route. We’ve got a location on Jupiter.”
“Keep eyes on Jupiter. Steel’s en route.”
“10-4. We need a 10-77.” We park a stree
