Chapter 41
Ciaran drove the capsule they stole from Black Rock. It probably wasn’t a good idea, but he had limited options. It might be good in a way because the Eudaizian system wouldn’t be able to trace this capsule.
Or maybe they’d identify it as a potential target . . .
Just as the thought crossed his mind, a missile hit his little capsule.
Ciaran fell into a hole of weightlessness. The air was thin, and there was no light. His body was flung out of the funnel-like hole in the ground like a cannonball. He flopped to the ground in a place that felt somewhat familiar. Then he couldn’t remember anything else.
When he came to, he jumped quickly to his feet, but his body swayed. It was still dark. He couldn’t get his bearings.
The ejection mechanism of the capsule must have shot him o
