The Jumper left the atmosphere of Saucus and slowly lifted to join the taskforces charging towards the nearly derelict Serenity flagship, its silhouette glimmering against the intensity of a yellow sun. In the distance, they could see Spruce, so far it looked no bigger than a rubber ball, and coming from it the Chimera salvos aimed at a helpless Jonas Charter. “Twelve minutes Scott!” Amanda warned. It usually took a public shuttle fifteen to get from Winner City to Spruce. Time to see if Clark, the ship salesman, was full of it. Logan flicked the right switches and pulled the right levers, and the Jumper’s thrusters roared into a lively green. With his back burrowing into the pilot’s seat, he saw as every other ship on the fleet lagged behind him. “It’s the Jumper!” he heard someone say

