25: Deva
Deva
The whole launcher shook and groaned. Hot air battered Deva as she jumped free.
The Ion returned with a scream. Flame burst from each wing as it launched its missiles.
Deva ran. She didn’t want to leave Keelin, but what could she do?
The three mechs ran with her. She hadn’t caught their names. One of them tripped. Something warm splashed the side of Deva’s face, stank of metal.
She cried out. Forced herself to keep running toward the stairs. Toward freedom.
Voices yelled in her ear, a cacophony in her comms. She ignored them all.
A figure appeared at the top of the stairs. Dressed in dark green, face covered. Raised a g*n. Deva threw herself aside. Heard a grunt from one of the other mechs, saw him fall.
The figure at the top of the stairs jerked forward. The g*n cla
