“What I don't understand,” Cherise said, “is how you found the ship. How could you have known I'd secured this freight tractor? I did it after we left the compound, while you were still trapped inside.”
Misty shrugged at them both.
“And then you somehow got inside without anyone knowing,” Cherise added.
The girl was beginning to look distressed.
Jack watched her from behind the controls of the freight tractor, their load of Tania Steele en route to Chamaeleon, to the planet orbiting Alpha Chamaeleontis, a planet encrusted with manufacturing, roboticized nearly to the point of no longer needing its human creators, and a virtual dead zone of human activity.
As such, it was the perfect place to lay low for a while, no one the wiser. The freight tractor would be put on auto-pilot for its
