Chapter Fourteen
Sometimes I think she just wants to mess with us, Jia thought.
The flitter rattled from Emma’s abrupt turns, dives, and rolls to avoid the stream of rounds being blasted at them by the small army of Elites. Jia’s stomach lurched from maneuvers, but her pilot experience and practice kept her from throwing up. Neither Anne nor Kant voiced trouble. Erik kept quiet. Jia admired everyone’s fortitude. Emma might be avoiding attacks, but she was paying little attention to the realities of her fleshbag cargo.
A large round tore through the floor and out the top of the flitter, mocking Jia’s suffering. There was no life support in the flitter other than heating, but everyone wore pressure suits and helmets, so there was no danger. No one went into a fight in a hostile environmen
