18: Ryann
Ryann
“Did you expect the company to have reinforcements?” Ryann asked as the clunky images updated.
“Where the company’s concerned, we always expect the unexpected.”
The answer sounded too pat. Annys’s eyes glazed as she scanned data on her lenses. The woman’s trace flared bright, and Ryan guessed she was sussing too.
The vehicle accelerated, bouncing along the track. Ryann’s vision jumped, and she struggled to focus on the moving dots. There were too many of them, and their colours weren’t consistent.
“Be safe, Kee,” she muttered.
“You doubt your friend’s abilities?”
“Nothing’s certain.” But Keelin’s Hermes—at least, the graphic that represented her craft—was nearing atmosphere, heading away from the trouble.
The car swerved. Ryann fell against Annys.
Annys tapped
