CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The Blackflame’s TAFF klaxons jolted Toni from her restless sleep. She scrubbed at her eyes and peered up at the viewscreen.
“What the …?”
“What’s happening?” Mate asked, padding into the cockpit.
Zach answered both startled agents. “We’ve been pulled out of forcedspace.”
“Only an Anti-Ticyon stream can do that,” Mate stated.
“Exactly.” Toni pointed. Stars appeared in their fixed positions as the Blackflame was dragged from its course into normal space. In front of them sat an ATS freighter.
Heart pounding with the certainty that it was already too late, she threw the control stick hard to the right and fingered the deceleration sequence. Reversing the pattern a split second later, the Blackflame paused, turned one hundred and eighty degrees and flew back along i
