Forty-two
Keelin was right about Enya’s piloting.
Ryann felt every move of the Hermes. When they took off, the craft whined loudly, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Keelin. Things weren’t much better in the air. Instead of the smooth curves Keelin would take, Enya threw the poor Hermes from one side to the other. Even Murdoch supported himself against the desk a few times. He shook his head, and muttered.
But he also watched the screens. The images brought a smile to his face, but they made Ryann’s stomach turn.
The NeoGens must have planted sensors around the forest, because many of the images were from neither the creatures themselves nor the craft. The images were from slightly above eye-level. Many showed trees and not much more, but some showed action, and Murdoch flicked t
