“QUINN, WE HAVE TO SEE what’s happening,” said Wilder.
“Moving out of Camaret’s shadow will expose us to the Scythians’ scanners,” Quinn replied. “At this distance they will spot us immediately, and then they will fire on us.”
“Well, how about we fire on them?” Wilder was tired of hiding. She felt like she was skulking away like a coward when every other Concordian was suffering under the Scythian attack.
“I understand your motivation,” said Quinn. “But firing on the Scythian fleet will most certainly attract their attention.”
“That’s the point!” Wilder exclaimed. “Maybe it will help the colony if we provide a distraction. The Opportunity is pretty fast. Maybe we can draw a ship or two away from the battle.”
There was a pause as the Fila considered Wilder’s suggestion. She was looking
