58: Deva
Deva
Deva turned, frantic. “What happened?”
“She’s down,” Wrench said. He didn’t look at her. “Sorry.”
“Not your fault,” Lise said. “We need to go.”
The woman moved to the door, but Deva remained in her seat, staring at the dark feed. And the feed next to it was gone too.
“We’ve lost the drone.”
“Ion took it out,” Wrench said. “Means we can’t monitor the ground forces. Not that things were going well for them. But you saw that, right? We expected them to come down from the volcano, but not the ones hiding. Not the snipers.”
“Snipers?”
“We got reports. Hiding in the trees, took us out from the rear.”
“So they knew where we were.”
“They knew everything.”
His voice was hollow. When she looked at him—and he stood next to her now—his eyes were moist, his skin pale.
But
