Biting her lip, Anna blinked a few times. “Are we picking up anything?” she asked, swiveling partway around. “Any sign of activity.”
Jack was at his console with a look of intense concentration on his face, shaking his head as he checked the readouts. “Nothing,” he said. “No weapons signatures, no force-fields, no hostile aircraft.”
She turned back to her window.
As they got further away from the mountains, the forest began to thin near the river, the result of centuries of men cutting down trees to build small communities. The ruins of old stone structures were still visible, and they even passed over a small village with a large bridge that spanned the rushing waters.
“Another forty kilometers,” Jack said.
She nodded.
At such a low altitude, they had to travel at reduced speeds. An
