Canal sector twelve. Where had Ayem heard that before? Not long ago, no, maybe a few hours. Canal sector twelve...

[color=fff79a][i]The crash site.[/i][/color]

Ayem turned her head and gazed into the distance, where a faint haze of vaporised sludge still dimmed the satellites, and SWAT dropships hovered like harriers over a fen.

[color=fff79a]"You're not in trouble,"[/color] she reaffirmed, [color=fff79a][i]but I know I am.[/i][/color] She didn't sigh, but she did deflate a little, just faintly.

Then she picked up her breath and went back to business, thanking Grazia's intervention with a nod. Mary became much easier to handle when she wasn't alone, it had to be said. [color=fff79a]"If you could point us to a commercial flight that can carry a spacefighter, I'd be grateful. It's about twenty tonnes and fits in a six-meter cube."[/color] Ayem wasn't too confident of Grazie's ability to secure transport, but there was always the chance that she knew exactly what she was doing. Better to give her the benefit of the doubt.

[color=fff79a]"We have to find out where we're going first."[/color] Mary's energy was boundless but her legs were small. They could walk to the outskirts, or find a lift. [color=fff79a]"It might not take long. We should go soon, though."[/color]

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