34: Keelin
Keelin
Keelin monitored the craft’s sensors as Ryann walked across the landing pad, toward the woman in the long coat.
She’d approached on a single-carry trike, at low speed, making no attempt to hide her presence. She’d passed the Nyx and the other Proteus without paying them any obvious attention, and had drawn up ten metres from Keelin’s baby. She’d dismounted, strode across and knocked on the hull. Like she was calling on a colleague.
Piran panicked, of course—jerking around, whispering ‘what do we do?’ so loud the woman must’ve him. He threw himself to the storage, fumbled about for one of the guns they had at the back.
Deva showed more sense, asked Keelin if there was any the woman could get in. Keelin said there wasn’t, then opened up communications, asked the visi
