Reversing his enemy’s momentum required almost no effort. The Keeper went flying backward through the corridor, one arm stretched toward Arin like a falling man reaching for a lost desperate handhold.
He slammed into the wall at the end of the hallway, then fell to the floor in a heap.
“Unidentified aircraft, you are entering Denabrian air-space, and if you do not turn back, you will be shot down. I repeat. You will be shot down.”
Strapped into the pilot’s seat in a small cargo ship, Isara smiled and chuckled. “Oh, really?” she murmured. “Well, darling, you can try.”
Through her window, she saw the distant lights of buildings under the night sky. The city was coming closer and closer with every passing second. When she checked her instruments, she noted the presence of two small fighte
