45: Piran
Piran
“You beauty!” Piran punched the air, almost tipped himself from his chair.
Ryann raced toward the exit. It wouldn’t be long now. The guards could still follow, but they’d have to back-track, take a roundabout route.
And they’d have contact with someone in the base. They’d be directed.
Piran grunted. he sussed, running the communication through the hybrid, doing all he could to boost the signal.
The dampening field played havoc with straight sussing, so he couldn’t talk to Ryann directly. The Kaiahive grunts managed it, but Piran read a separate band in their communication, some kind of augment that worked as a key. He could hack it, but that would take time Ryann didn’t have.
He listened in to the guards’ chatter. One of them—ident came up as C-42, which was as g
