Khaal increased his speed, and Azrail fell behind, but he and Chavir spilled into the pilothouse. Yilea was pushing buttons, her entire focus on the control panel. “I can get us moving, Captain.”
Khaal looked at the guards spilling into the room, some carrying weapons. “Go.”
Azrail pushed past him to look out the windshield and sagged as two humans carried a third away from near the ship.
An alarm sounded and Chavir grinned. “The hatch is opening.”
Yilea whooped and pushed a few more buttons. Khaal would have a look later, so they could spell each other off. Chavir could fly, or at least take a shift when the shuttle was on autopilot and call them if there was a problem, but he didn’t think either Azrail or Dot had ever flown a ship.
As the alarm blared, more and more guards left. The
