19: Keelin
Keelin
The shot tore across Keelin’s nose. She cried out, pulled up.
She scanned sensors, saw the Boreas come about for another attack.
“Where the hell did he come from?” Tallia spun in her seat. “Thought you had this tub under control.”
“You’re not helping. Shut up.”
Keelin pulled hard left, angled up. The Boreas screamed beneath them. Data told her the pilot had a missile ready, not yet locked.
She rolled, stabbed boosters to come out of the move at a tight angle, doubled back.
“Got another gnat,” she said, as the second Boreas pulled away. Friction grazed Keelin’s arm.
“That was too close.”
“Didn’t hit.”
“Can’t you get rid of them?”
“No weapons.”
“Then outfly them. Annys said you were one of the best.”
Keelin didn’t mean to lash out, but her arm swung. She kept
