CHAPTER 10
Society is willing to exploit the responsible individual, but it rarely rewards him.
—Anthropos, Sanity and Society
For a moment Dev just lay there flat on her belly, trying to keep herself from being pulled off into empty space. She could not decide which was the worse calamity—Larramac using his radio, or falling. There was, of course, the chance the angels were not monitoring that particular frequency—but it was not a likely chance. The angels had dealt with humans before, and they probably knew very well what wavelengths were standard for human broadcasting. At most, the party could count on a couple of minutes’ safety before the angels zeroed in on their location; then they’d be in for the fight of their lives.
As long as radio silence was broken anyway, she saw little
