60: Keelin
Keelin
It was inevitable, so Keelin prepared.
Kaiahive’s Ions were all over her, everywhere she turned. Shots grazed her body, sending adrenalin-rich pain through her body. Kept her alert. Kept her focused.
She sent signals. The drop-missiles disengaged, payloads rendered safe. Timing—thick foliage ahead, gap between the trees. Falling arc, momentum. Mark the landing.
Then the Ion. No chance of extraction, so let Kaiahive win. Twist, fight, squirm. Take body hits.
Warnings flashing, more pain searing through her body. But she could cope. She was a NeoGen. They’d made her tough.
Scan for a possibility. There! Bank starboard, descend. Catch flack from those two Ions. Cut power. Struggle. Low now, upper branches of trees raking her belly. Lower still. Dip into the opening.
