THIRTY-TWO
“Do you think it will work?” Rex said as he punched coordinates into the ship’s computer.
“Not sure. I don’t think anyone has ever tried it before. I was never told not to try it,” Torben replied, the first flutterings of fear taking hold of him.
“How do we do this?” Kyra asked, gripping the armrests of her chair.
“Rex, Hameda’s freighter is a few hundred metres behind the other ship. We need to do this quickly. You need to get directly above them, matching their speed. Then, engage the Singularity drive.”
“Okay, here goes nothing,” he responded, pushing the throttle forward.
“Hang on,” Torben said to Kyra, taking her hand. “Things could get a little bumpy.”
“Hameda. A ship is approaching our rear. It’s moving fast.”
“What kind of ship? Military?”
“Negative,” the pilot
