I’ll pass. Where’s Freya?
Unknown. The colony’s communication and surveillance network is down. You’ll have to find her the old-fashioned way.
Bash rolled his eyes as he took a step, waiting to see how the armor would respond. He couldn’t feel the nanites on his skin, so they must have a slight impact gap. Dropping into a squat, they adjusted perfectly. Cool.
First, he’d try looking at their meeting place in case she finished talking to the colony leaders. Sprinting down the hallway, he stopped at the intersection to the main door. She wasn’t here.
Reaching out to her nanites, he tried to send his thoughts to her. Freya, where are you?
She won’t answer. Not only is the network down, the approaching soldiers have signal dampeners.
A deep growl formed in his chest as he rushed through
