Jordan went out first, Savannah and Gideon on his heels. Dana swore softly again as Jordan ducked out of the tent.

“We’re to Plan B, folks,” Savannah said. She didn’t have time to debate who were good guys and who were bad guys. She didn’t know what men were in this camp because they believed whatever their leader believed or if they had been forced into service. There wasn’t any time to discriminate.

She noticed movement on the ground. One of the guard’s she’d tranquilized tried to get up and bring his gun to bear. She switched ammunition and squeezed the trigger.

Barbarians. Hurting a doctor. Hurting an old man.

She spun around, shooting at another soldier running up to them.

Doctors were to be protected. Old men were to be respected. In her mind, if none of them had tried to stop the others, they were all guilty. Let others pray that the ‘innocent’ ones who felt that taking the doctor and holding him against his will were wrong got out of the way and kept their heads down. The one thing she had time to pray for right now was if the prospect could shoot straight.

Dear God in Heaven, please let the Prospect be able to shoot straight.

Gideon raised a hand. “Pardon me, I’m new here. What’s Plan B?” he asked.

Eberron snickered from where he was shooting down a corridor made of tents.

Savannah reached over and pushed Gideon’s hand down. “Get out, shoot everything in sight.”

Gideon nodded. “Oh, that type of Plan B.” He could deal with that type of Plan B.

“Skye cloud, we have wounded, requesting immediate pick up,” Savannah said into her microphone in a rote fashion that people had when conveying orders.

“On angel wings,” Skyler said back through the radio. “Crazy, angel wings,” she amended.

Savannah nodded. She liked Plan A better. It involved a lot less gunfire. However, there was no way the doctor would survive it. Plan B meant getting to the courtyard, getting on the transport while they hoped Morgan could keep up with picking off those shooting at them, and then swing around and pick Morgan and Frankie up.

She heard a noise behind her. Savannah spun, gun up, and already shooting. Beside her Gideon was doing the same. She heard shouting. They started moving further into the rows of tents rather than out of them. This military group had a large courtyard in the middle of their camp, most likely to hold exercises in. It was large enough for the transport to set down.

However, there was a lot of ‘camp’ and soldiers between them and the courtyard. With Jordan carrying Dr. Brown, they weren’t going to be able to move fast.

Dana and Eb flanked Jordan while Blake and Spike took up the rear positions. This left Gideon and Savannah to metaphorically, and sometimes literally, to ‘clear the road.’ And in seconds, that road was going to be literally a chaotic mess as men, animals, and equipment started running around every which trying to figure out the source of the attack, cutting them off or, in the case of the animals, trying to get out of the way.

They moved forward. Savannah’s eyes flicked off to the side where a convenient stack of boxes could hide more enemies. She’d given the Prospect her orders. It was time to find out if he could follow them. She broke for the boxes, running, and then with a practiced boost of her thrusters jumped on top of them and pointed her gun downwards.

Gideon took after her and he saw the change in her posture as she prepared to jump. There was a trick to it, one that he’d been taught in the military. He kicked his thrusters in as he jumped and landed next to her pointing his gun off in the distance.

“Like a grasshopper on crack,” Eberron muttered through the communications system. He tried to quell his jealousy. He couldn’t manage that trick.

Savannah fired down on those hiding behind the boxes as Gideon started laying down cover fire.

“Clear,” she said and jumped again. She landed in the middle of the ‘road,’ rolled, and came up into a kneeling position, her gun pointed down the row of tents, her eyes tracking enemies and shooting with short controlled bursts. People dove out of the way, some were hit.

Gideon landed behind her and continued to fire. They advanced.

Savannah started counting intersections. Once upon a time, from what she could see of the lines of the camp, the camp had been set up in a military, logical, ordered grid pattern. However, what had probably been supposed to be a temporary base had become more permanent. Armies like these constantly switched commanders. It was possible the base had changed hands several times as boundary lines moved. The base was now more like a chaotic mess of a maze and something of an obstacle course.

Tents had been expanded. Boxes piled up. Ramshackle houses had developed. Large shipping containers sat on or erupted out of the ground. Vehicles were left where they shouldn’t be left. Animal pens sprawled across thoroughfares if the animals were penned at all.

According to what Savannah had studied, there was one straight shot from where they’d started from to the courtyard where they were to meet Skyler. And they couldn’t deviate from it without becoming lost in the maze, going what would feel like miles out of their way and doing more damage than necessary. It was essential to make the correct turning.

A man in military fatigues charged out of a nearby tent in front of Dana. Dana grinned and raised a gun. He squeezed the trigger. The man’s eyes bugged and he froze. He looked down. A flag on a stick popped out of the gun with the word ‘bang’ written on it. Dana snickered. The man’s jaw dropped.

Gideon glanced over and coughed. That was funny. It shouldn’t be funny, but it was.

Dana raised his other hand and shot the man with a real gun. The man’s eyes rolled upwards and he fell backwards, senseless.

Savannah gritted her teeth. “The moment you get hurt doing that, it won’t be funny anymore.”

“Killjoy,” Dana said but he grinned as he said it.

Savannah sighted down her gun and laid down a burst of cover fire. “I won’t argue,” she muttered under her breath. “I won’t argue. I won’t argue. Three,” she said at the end. That was three intersections, two more to the straight shot upwards.

A group of men converged on Spike. Spike loosened her hands, let her guns go and jabbed at them. She dropped her shoulder and dodged to the side as they started throwing punches and kicks at her.

One landed a kick and Spike flew backwards. She hit a box, dropped to the ground.

She got up, grabbed the crowbar from off the top of the box and swung it at the guy who’d hit her. She got him across the stomach and then hit him on the back of the head with it.

Another guy grabbed it and she let him take it out of her hands. She punched him in the face.

“Spike,” Savannah gritted it out. “Shoot them.”

Spike laughed. “Sorry. Got carried away.”

Savannah sighed. Was she the only one who remembered they were on a mission? That their lives were at stake here?

Spike pulled out an assault rifle and promptly shot the rest of the men. “That’s not as fun.”

Savannah opened her mouth to argue. Not that they had time to argue, but she could argue anyways. Her eyes scanned ahead of her. She caught movement further down the path they were on. Her eyes widened. A tank hovered into view and across the makeshift road. These guys had a tank. “Oh, that’s not good,” she breathed. “Eb! Tank!”

Eberron shot the guy coming at him and turned his head. He ran forward and switched weapons to what looked to be a much larger gun.

Savannah gestured for them to turn at the next intersection. It wasn’t the correct one, but there was no help for it. There was a tank.

The tank’s long cannon swung around.

Savannah ran to the corner of the tent where the intersection was and looked around it. She ducked back and swore. There was a lot of traffic down there. She could see a stack of boxes to get up high, but she had to go at a diagonal over the entire road to get there. She reached down and cupped her hand. A grenade appeared. She used a finger, unassigned it from her slots, and heard the computer chime in her ear. She pulled the pin, lifted the lever, and tossed it out.

“Eb,” she said. Why was that tank still live?

The other joined her next to the tent. Gideon watched Savannah, waiting on her move.

Eberron knelt down near her. “I always bring something in case of such emergencies,” he said and raised the large gun to his shoulder. He flipped through his selection of ammunition for it and selected two different rounds. He peered down the scope and his computer analyzed the tank.

The grenade exploded. Savannah spun out and started shooting. She took two steps at a run and jumped for the boxes. Gideon lifted his gun and followed her.

Dana took up position at the tent corner. He looked around and started shooting at those further away from them. The bullets hitting men in the heart and the chest, though he was technically too far away to be able to hit that accurately.

Blake knelt down and started laying down cover fire. Spike moved in front of Jordan and Eberron.

Eberron squeezed the trigger. The first round exploded out of the end of the gun, and ten feet away from him, the rocket built into the back end flared to life. The miniature rocket picked up speed, flew the distance between Eberron and the tank, and embedded itself into the tank’s side. The sides of the rocket expanded out to look something like a spider, shoved into the tank’s armor, and an electric charge exploded out of it, enveloping the entire tank. The tank’s hover field sparked, flickered, and died. The tank fell to the ground.

With the tank out of commission and Savannah and Gideon providing enough room for them to move, they went around the tent.

Eberron squeezed the trigger again. Another rocket exploded out of the gun, flew towards the tank, and embedded itself in the armor’s weakest point, where it exploded.

Eberron lifted the gun, nodded once, and ran to catch up with the others.

Once they were all around the corner, Savannah jumped to the next nearest highpoint. Gideon stayed for five seconds, checking the rear before following her.

She thought frantically about the map she’d been trying to memorize through Skyler’s babbling about the prospect being sexy. She thought if they turned again after two intersections towards the courtyard on this road where there was a fence or something in the way, they could turn down that road and get connected back to the road where they could run straight towards the courtyard.

Her heart pounded. She thought. She was pretty sure. She hated directions with more than two turns. She always forgot one, lug nuts. They could not afford for her to forget a turn. But no, this group had to have a tank.

Really, the prospect being sexy had no bearing on the situation as it stood right now and if Skyler had been quiet, maybe Savannah would have been able to memorize the map better instead of being distracted by obnoxious questions and the desire to sneak a look at the prospect’s odd but attractive eyes.

She glanced for him and nodded. He was still on her tail. She jumped for the next high point, her gun pointed downwards searching for enemies to shoot at.

A group of men burst out of a tent, fighting each other. Dana saw them first. He glanced about, saw a bucket high up on a ledge near them. He grinned. It had a rope attached to it. Dana shifted his aim and shot the board out from under the bucket. The bucket plummeted downwards, hit the top of one of the men’s head and bounced off.

It swung towards Dana. He leaned his torso out of the way, watched it pass him and then watched it swing back. He shot the bucket once to give it more impetus and then at the apex of the swing, shot the rope. The bucket flung forward without anything to hold it and hit another guy.

Gideon watched, laughed, and then laid down a bunch of cover fire over the enemies. The others went through. He liked Dana’s style. Eberron lifted his big gun and shot a grenade at the group. The canister opened midflight and a weighted net spread open and pinned them down. Gideon restrained a whistle. Nice.

Once Gideon was sure the enemies were down and would stay down, he jumped after Savannah. He exhaled mid jump, engaged his rockets and landed with bent knees behind her. He winced. He was relying on muscle memory and he wished she’d join the others on the ground. She’d jumped over the corner of something to a different road. He was out of practice, damn it.

The others came across a fence that was supported with netted crates. Eberron glanced up, saw Savannah and pointed towards the turn. “Go. Go. Go,” he shouted. He looked between the boxes and switched ammo again.

He shot another grenade over the fence and a great cloud of smoke mushroomed upwards. Eb turned around, saw more men behind them and switched back to his net grenades and launched another one. He ran to catch up with the others.

Savannah didn’t know and if she had, she probably wouldn’t have cared about Gideon’s lack of practice. Savannah jumped to the next high point in a diagonal to the next one and then back across. One of the structures had a window in the top of it. She shot through the glass and flung a grenade down it and moved onwards.

Gideon was in midair when the grenade exploded. His eyes widened. He barely touched the surface of the building before spinning and jumping for the next one.

Below them in the road, the chickens started screeching and trying to fly away. The group ran through them.

“Mmmm, dinner,” Eb said.

Savannah tossed another grenade down into a building and moved onwards.

Gideon swore. Would she stop doing that? He jumped after her and landed next to her on a large stack of barrels. Savannah pulled another grenade and threw it over into the road. It was a four way intersection. “Eb, grenade far side,” she ordered in a calm voice.

“On it,” he said, lifted his gun and fired.

The grenades exploded and Savannah jumped down into the road. She breathed a sigh of relief. They were on the right track again. Gideon jumped down after her.

They started running towards the courtyard. Dana spun on his heel, ran backwards, and narrowed his eyes. He shot the ropes holding the barrels. At first they didn’t move, but then the top one rolled and they tumbled across the way they had come. Eberron heard the noise, spun, and launched a grenade over it.

Up ahead of them, someone managed to get a group of the soldiers into formation. Savannah swore. “Paramecium. Cover!” she shouted and they scattered to hide behind crates and barrels as the soldiers opened fire. Jordan crouched over Dr. Brown. Gideon pressed his back against the stack of crates they were on and looked over at Savannah.

Savannah, Eberron, and Spike looked around their pieces of cover and ducked back as the soldiers started firing again.

“Morgan. We’re pinned,” Savannah said. “We can’t stray from this path. This place is a maze.”

“Got it boss,” Morgan said.

Blake bit his lip and shifted downwards. He set his gun by his side and brought up his computer. There had to be some chatter going on if someone was finally getting organized. He scanned for radio frequencies and brought up whatever he could find. The screen in front of him showed audio waves. He listened and his eyes widened. “Shit. They have battle armor,” he said. He started typing again. “Hacking now,” he said.

“Who in hell gave these idiots, battle armor?” Eb asked and it was a rhetorical question.

Savannah glanced at Dr. Brown. “What have we walked into?” she murmured.

Gideon licked his lips. Battle armor wasn’t anything like the combat armor that he was wearing. Combat armor looked and felt like personal armor. It was close to the skin, was good enough to stop most bullets and was fairly maneuverable under most situations. He wouldn’t want to climb through vents in it, but otherwise, combat armor was fairly useful for most situations any soldier would find themselves in.

Battle armor was a different story. Battle armor was like walking in your own personal tank. Battle armor was like someone had taken a cockpit out of plane, given it arms and legs, and given it an arsenal that befit its size. Battle armor required space. Space that these roads had in spades. He’d had the basics of operating battle armor and hadn’t enjoyed it. He’d felt too cut off from the world.

“Boss?” Morgan asked.

“Clear the road, Morgan,” Savannah said grimly.

Down the road, a man fell backwards, a hole in his chest. A few seconds later, the shot finally reverberated through the forest.

In her perch in one of the trees, Morgan ratcheted the casing out of her gun and focused on the next target. She squeezed the trigger. The head of her target exploded.

“Wind is changing,” Frankie said and told her the numbers.

Morgan adjusted her aim, and squeezed the trigger again.

Blake’s fingers flew. “Did you know that battle armor is actually computer controlled and can be programmed to do anything you want mostly for maintenance purposes?” he asked. However, this left a large weakness for him to exploit.

They’d gotten lucky. The men were prepping and getting into the suits. No one had detached from central control yet. “And it takes a few minutes to get them going and onto manual,” he added. He hit enter. Eberron wasn’t the always the one who had things prepared for such an occasion.

Over the camp loudspeakers, a deep rumbling “Hah, Hah, Hah,” started, like a pirate’s laugh.

Morgan squeezed the trigger. Another man fell.

Blake hit a few more keys. “Enjoy.”

A small window popped up off to the side on their computers showing a video feed of the battle armor hangar. The laughing stopped and music started. The battle armor’s stood up, detached themselves from the computer and marched outside the hangar. Men jumped out of their way and ran after them. Once outside, the battle armors formed up into a line and started dancing.

Dana laughed. “That’s brilliant,” he said.

Frankie giggled over the radio.

Men stopped what they were doing and looked upwards at the speakers. They came out of the tents and stared. People started shouting.

Savannah craned her neck around. “One left, Morgan,” she said.

A hole erupted in the man’s chest.

“Not anymore,” Morgan said.

“Let’s move,” Savannah said, stood up, and started running.

The battle armors spun around and continued to dance, snapping their ‘fingers,’ and tapping their feet.

Blake set it to record and closed the windows. He didn’t want the others distracted. Dana continued to laugh.

Savannah jumped for a high point and started shooting again. They came to an intersection, she looked down, saw a bunch of people coming, and tossed another grenade. Down below, Eberron shot off another grenade the opposite direction. Savannah jumped.

Up ahead, someone pulled a big truck out into the middle of the road. Savannah adjusted her thrust and landed on the hood of the truck. She had her gun up and shot the driver through the windshield.

The prospect didn’t make it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his brakes cut out, he lost control and hit the ground hard chest first. He rolled over. He didn’t move. Savannah stepped over and glanced at him, her sunglasses sliding down her nose. Was he okay? He’d been keeping up fine, which was more than she could say about the other partners she’d had in the past. They didn’t like it when she jumped on top of things and they couldn’t.

He blew out, and rolled over starting to fire under the truck. Deciding he was fine, Savannah jumped, feathered her rockets to land on top of the truck and immediately dropped to her belly to make herself less of a target. She started to fire down the lane at approaching troops.

One of them fell, shot in the chest from a bullet she hadn’t fired. Slug spit, she hadn’t been aiming at the guy. A quick glance to the side confirmed that the prospect had gotten up and was laying down fire, using the hood of the truck as a brace.

Savannah ducked her head as a bullet whizzed past her ear. They were pinned down and this whole corridor would be a kill zone in a minute with them on the losing side. She grimaced. They needed to clear the path and, she was forced to duck again, the one thing they had was possibly the truck. It’s not like she’d taken out the engine or anything.

“Short cut!” Eberron yelled over the gun fire and music screaming out of the loudspeakers. “Shit,” he said a second later.

Savannah rolled over. Eberron had cut through the side of a tent. She scowled. What was he thinking? “Wrong way, Eb!” She shouted at him. Slug spit, did anyone pay attention to the briefing materials she gave them? The next road over there was a tower between them and the position of Morgan, their sniper. It looked like an unholy mating of a cargo container and the communications array off of a scrapped naval vessel. A couple of I-beams from a building propped it up.

There was one clear path and they were on it. They could not go off course!

With a crazed grin, Eberron charged into the tent.

“Rabid rhododendrons,” Savannah muttered. Males. She jumped up, threw a grenade into the cab of the truck through the hole she’d made in the windshield. Eberron didn’t know what was on the other side of that tent. Now, she was going to have to save him from his own lack of thinking things through.

The grenade landed on the body of the driver and bounced down to the floor. There wasn’t a lot of space to run, but she’d take the head start she could get. She ran to the opposite edge of the cab, spinning around. She found her last concussion grenade. She pulled the pin, flipped the lever, and threw it behind her. Prospect would either keep up or get left behind.

She ran down the cab and jumped. She piled on her rockets. The concussion grenade exploded. The shockwave hit her in the back and shoved her. She compensated letting it fling her over the tent. She could see more soldiers like ants on the other side. They weren’t close, but they were getting closer.

Savannah landed in the middle of the road on her feet and started firing in the direction they were going to need to go. The prospect hit the ground shoulder first, rolled and knelt next to her facing in the other direction, his gun out.

On the opposite side of the tent, the truck exploded, going up in a huge fireball that lifted the cab off the ground. It fell back down with a metal creak. The ground shook. The soldiers running in their direction stopped to stare. Savannah pulled her lips back away from her teeth. She set down rapid fire, trying to use one bullet per target. The smart ones dove for cover. The others were either shot or they recovered and started shooting back.

Savannah lined up her shots with her mental swearing. They had no cover over here. She was going to kill Eberron herself one of these days when he decided to go off task without waiting for orders. She noticed there were more soldiers simply running at them instead of firing at them. “Lucky us,” she muttered, “They’re unarmed or they can’t hit the side of a barn.”

Some of them started to get through their fire and close enough that while they made easier targets, there were too many of them to hit all of them. There wasn’t enough time.

The prospect stood up and did something with his gun. Savannah didn’t have time to see what. They were at hand to hand range and she didn’t have time to look. Savannah made a small shriek, and put her assault rifle away. She brought out a pistol and shot a guy at close range. She saw a fist in her peripheral vision. She dodged out of the way of the punch, spun about, and used her elbows to jab at him.

Damn it, they were too close together and hadn’t ever fought together before. Savannah saw the prospect block a baton with his gun and pull a pistol with another. She shoved her pistol under the chin of one soldier, pulled the trigger, shoved the soldier away with her knee into the next soldier. She shot that one in the face. The prospect pistol whipped one guy and put it away in the next motion to use almost the exact same move with his rifle.

Eberron tackled one of the soldiers and let him go instantly rolling away. Savannah shot him. “So good of you to join us,” she said and held out her hand to Eberron.

Spike helped the prospect. The prospect nodded at her.

Eberron waved Savannah’s hand away and rolled to his feet. “Clear,” he said into his microphone.

They started running towards the courtyard again, Savannah thinking about the turns they were going to have to make to get back on course. Ahead of them, out of the road they needed to take to get back to the correct road to the courtyard, came another group of soldiers. These ones were armed.

Savannah called for cover. This was exactly what she hadn’t wanted. Morgan couldn’t see them and she was out of grenades. Eberron had sparkies, his electric charge grenades great for frying machines not people, smokies, your typical smoke bomb. Anti-grav negated gravity for a few minutes and would cause the soldier’s to float, not really useful. Electro Magnetic Pulse would fry computers. Poppers and acid pops,

“No. Not unless we’re getting dirty,” Savannah muttered. “Acid pops. I object morally to that.” She wasn’t going to shoot what was essentially a concentrated dose of hydrochloric acid at people. Poppers were as likely to hit them as hit the enemy when the miniature explosives inside the bigger one went. Her brow furrowed. “Frosties? You brought frosties?”

“Yeah,” he said without an ounce of remorse.

“Damn it, Eberron! What have I told you about bringing those? They’re useless!” She glowered at him, truly pissed. Why oh why did he have to bring the grenades that had the same effect as liquid nitrogen?

“I don’t know what they’re for yet,” Eberron said.

“I don’t care what they’re for! Right now they aren’t any help to me!” Savannah replied. She glanced at the prospect. “Prospect, do you have any grenades?” she asked.

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Hunter barely trusts me with guns,” he said.

“Couldn’t you have snuck grenades?” she muttered. This is precisely why she didn’t like new people. They never had what you needed.

“We haven’t gotten that far in the armory yet,” he added.

She checked with Morgan. They were still pinned and Morgan couldn’t see them. Great. She glowered at Eberron. He was now muttering about his other grenades in hopes of making things up to her. He hadn’t bothered to arm the spider camera grenades yet, though he kept promising to. “You couldn’t leave the frosties home?”

“You’ll thank me when I know what they’re for,” Eberron replied.

“Find out on your own time!” Savannah snapped at him. “Right now they’re taking up valuable space that could be—” Savannah trailed off and watched Blake fire an arrow with one of his shrieker grenades on it upwards.

It embedded itself into the ground, exploding.

She blinked. “Right. Thank you, Blake.” She’d forgotten about Blake and his archery. Plus, she hadn’t a chance to ask if he’d brought it with him. She’d been too busy being harassed about the new prospect. She glared at him for a moment.

Blake put the bow away and cradled his assault rifle. “Happy to help,” he said.

The started forward and around the corner, Savannah saw enough solid objects to gain height again. The view was always better from the rooftops. She jumped upwards.

The music stopped and the pirate laughed again before fading away. Savannah grinned. That was the end of Blake’s distraction. She laid down cover fire down and ahead of them.

Her rifle clicked empty.

She swore, “Slug spit.” She kept moving forward. She pulled her pistol and started shooting. She had to be more selective with her targets though now that she was using her pistol. She heard the prospect continued to lay down fire in short bursts.

The group ahead of them was too large for her and Gideon, but they started to drop and Savannah reminded herself to trust her teammates. She figured it had to be Dana. They came to the corner. Savannah looked down and breathed out. The truck was still burning nicely but there was a group of men as close to it as they could get.

She looked for cover as she put her pistol away. She wasn’t out of ammo with it yet but it’d be better to save it in case she needed a hold out. She pulled out a small machine gun. The box of ammunition attached to it wasn’t much bigger than a six inch square box it.

Damn it, the sole cover was across the road. They’d be seen before they could get there. So much for quietly trying anything.

The prospect asked for the plan. There was really one plan. Get out alive but she assumed he meant more immediate.

“And that thing can hurt people?” he asked.

“If I hit them right, it will,” she said as she checked the safety. She wanted to roll her eyes. Did the prospect think that a person her size could actually handle a full sized machine gun? She kept smaller weapons so she’d kill and hurt the enemy, not herself.

“After you then.”

“You’re such a gentleman, Prospect,” she said. “I like it.” She checked where the rest of their group was and double checked the soldiers. “On three,” she said and a bit of mischief came to mind. “Three,” she said and jumped.

She heard him growl behind her and she restrained a giggle.

She hit the ground, rolled upwards and started shooting. The soldiers dove to the ground. The others dashed around the corner and started helping. Spike started punching soldiers again instead of shooting them.

“Spike!” Savannah chided.

“He got too close!”

Savannah shook her head and they started running towards the courtyard again. The transport flew overhead. At that point, the enemy figured out their objective was to rescue the doctor and couldn’t make up their minds to shoot or not. Skyler maneuvered the transport into the middle of the courtyard. Savannah covered the door. She was always first one out and last one in. Except the prospect decided to take her orders literally and wanted to be last himself. There wasn’t time to argue about it. She jumped in and he jumped in right after her.

They took off as Morgan fired a rocket at the communications tower. The blast rocked the transport. Skyler strained at the controls to keep her steady. Savannah swore at Morgan. Not that it would ever stop Morgan.

When they were in the air, Savannah went to the cockpit and collapsed into the seat. She’d been doing too much swearing this mission. They picked up Morgan and Frankie and were on their way. Jordan hovered over the doctor. Dana tried to play with his bouncy ball. Savannah frowned and checked on the prospect, who had decided to take a nap. She rubbed her temples. She was going to get a headache if this kept up.

She glanced over at Skyler. Skyler looked back at her, her brow furrowed, obviously concerned. Savannah shook her head. She didn’t want to talk about it. Skyler nodded once and turned back to her controls.

Savannah glanced back at the prospect again. She’d decide how to deal with him later. Right now, a nap sounded like a good idea.