‘Hold on!’ Nasira yelled from the driver’s seat of the Marauder.
And Jay knew when she told you to hold on, you held on.
With his helmet strapped tight and four-way harness wrapped over his torso, Jay shielded himself with both arms. He was already wearing protective goggles and a helmet, the monocular attached to the front and switched to thermal. He’d flipped it up so it was less likely to break or give him a black eye.
Nasira was going in at full speed.
The Marauder ploughed into the basilica’s arched doorway, crunching through wood and stone, and sending anything not tied down flying around the cabin. The vehicle then crashed through a second set of wooden doors, before flinging a third set—these ones wrought iron—into the air.
‘Porthole open!’ Nasira yelled.
Jay unbuckled and cl
