The bridge of the Aurora was a storm of flashing lights and shouting voices.
Elias burst through the door, rifle in hand, and found Dr. Voss already at the command console, her calm expression gone. The red ship was visible through the forward windows, a black blade against the morning sea, its bow splitting the waves as it bore down on them.
"Can we outrun it?" Elias asked.
Voss shook her head. "Not at this range. They have us on speed and firepower. We're a research vessel, not a warship."
"Then we fight." Jesus limped in behind him, a fire axe in one hand, a makeshift bandage wrapped around his shoulder. Reyes followed, pistol in hand. Becky was last, her tablet clutched to her chest.
"The Aurora has no heavy weapons," Voss said. "But the children might be able to disrupt their sys
