A Fight For All He Believes In“What?” Tyrus snorts over the PA.
Jagr shoots me a deadly gaze. I smile. “Braden, give me the mic. I need to make a call.”
Braden studies me with a raised eyebrow. “We have to leave their exhaust to talk to them. They will know we're here.”
Jagr puts a hand on Braden's shoulder. “Do it, B.”
“Okelidokeli.”
Braden nudges the joystick between her knees and the Sundowner inches out of the jet stream. The ship comes to a relative halt a few metres from the stern of the ghostship. It's like parking next to a mountain made of giant fossilised human remains.
Braden hands me the microphone. We're accelerating hard and the mic is a lot heavier than it should.
I dial Eirik's call sign and hope they didn't take his communicator away.
“Eirik. Are you there?”
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