Chapter Three
“How long does Walkyr have?” Vox demanded, pacing back and forth inside the rebel command tent.
Pallu glanced down at the screen in his hands. “Eighteen hours. He’ll make it,” he said.
“He’d better. Keep me posted,” Vox ordered.
Pallu nodded and his older brother pulled open the flap to the tent and stepped outside. Pallu inhaled deeply and released it slowly. It was going to be a long eighteen hours.
“What’s wrong?” Arrow asked, looking up from the console where he was working.
Pallu walked over and sat down on a crate next to the computer system Arrow was setting up. He glumly stared down at the screen in his hand before he held it out to Arrow. The Curizan frowned and took the tablet.
“There’s nothing there. What am I supposed to be looking for?” Arrow asked, lookin
