This needs to be the one move that drops her out of security containment and back into a safe, neutral environment for transport. I have to move now. 74:55:00 remaining on the countdown. On board, the ship surges forward, threatening to abandon Oasis in a cargo storm. I, Jax Blackford, a shadow architect who lost his serenity and financial isolation, have found a stronger reason: redemption.
I crouched, taking a long breath. I ignored my pistol. I needed something undeniable, something final. I looked at the navigation map again. The Maruta Ship was now approaching the smaller islands, slipping past the legal territorial boundaries of the Sanctuary Isles, getting closer to ‘Ethereal Island,’ where the volcanic bunker lay dormant.
Dahlia needed every molecule of air. And Serena needed my
