Forty-five
“Get this thing off the ground!” Siren screamed, standing in the doorway between cabin and bridge.
Deva shuddered. She’d imagined things would improve when they were all on the Proteus and the hatch was closed. She thought Piran and Eljin would only take a couple of minutes to get the craft in the air.
Siren obviously thought that too, and she wasn’t taking the delay well. She glared into the bridge, then turned to Soldier, who stood by the main hatch.
Whatever was outside hammered on the hatch once more, the metallic sound ringing round the craft.
“Go away!” Siren shouted, lifting her gun up. A film of sweat coated her forehead, and there were dark stains under her arms.
Soldier took a step back and raised her own weapon. She pushed the stock against her shoulder and tilt
