Action plan—get my passenger and myself the f**k out of there STAT in case what remained of Lola blew up.
Get moving, Marine!
Through the missing window under my right side, I got an up close and personal view of the ground. “Won’t be exiting that way.”
With unsteady hands, I unbuckled my harness. “Okay, Viper. If you’re dead, I’m going to kick your ass.”
The irrational words drew a snort from me, but the sound of my voice helped me keep it together. Gritting my teeth, I gingerly turned sideways in the seat and peered into the back of the craft. The jumpseat backing mine remined but the other one had gone missing, along with Lola’s entire left side.
“Christ.” How the hell did I survive the crash?
Pushing thoughts of myself aside, I levered my body up and over the seat edge, swiveled
