Mirelle
MirelleThe capital is silent, darkness blanketing the domes. My cuffs flash green as I enter the flight deck where my craft is stored, the one that"s off to the side. I snuck in without being noticed, of course. First of all, nobody expects an intruder. Second, I’m still good at this. Expert. And Domm and Lanz never turned off the temporary code that allowed me access to my craft area.
My senses are on high, adrenaline surging.
The temporary code for my craft still works, and I’ve paid close attention over the lunar cycles I’ve lived here. I know exactly how to get out of this hangar and onto the takeover zone. And I know that there’s only one Zandian on tower duty at night.
Sitting in the flight seat, I push back the regret, the heaviness of leaving. Zandia was never my home.
