As the third body hit the ground, Wallace turned to the old man. “Abba, who’s attacking us?”
“Hell if I know,” said Aber. “I was just pretending that I was one of them. Does your city have any clandestine enemies?”
The officer blinked. “What do you mean, clandestine?”
Aber gave him a long, slow look. “Mr. Wallace, your ship, which is crewed by armed men and women, is being attacked by a well-equipped unit that has made a significant, even foolish, amount of effort into looking like a random assortment of thugs. And aren’t you curious about who they are, Shanna?”
The dark-haired girl jumped at being addressed. “Yes. People trying to kill me. Very important.” She went back to staring into space.
Then, all three of them heard a crack. It was Shanna that moved first, bringing the two men to the open space in the middle of the ship. While the blue sky of the breaking dawn stretched above them, their attention was on the electric red of the anti-gravity plate below them. “Come on,” the girl said, jumping down onto the plate, expecting her companions to follow.
“Do you see this?” Aber and Wallace looked where she was pointing. The crack grew, releasing splinters of material from the plate. “They did that on purpose. Eventually, it’s going to propagate right across the board, breaking in twain. Now, as it stands, we’re slowly drifting to the ground, mostly because we were already going forward and the anti-grav is only starting to weaken. When the board cracks though, that’s going to be a problem for everyone left on the ship.”
As Shanna pushed Wallace and Aber closer together, the patrolman asked, “Surely, there must be a way to get people off safely.”
Shanna pulled out two of her weapons, and threw one onto the platform above the plate. “Viridity told me a way.” She activated the weapon in her hand, letting a blade of green light emerge from it. She drove the edge into the ground, and said, “They’ll have to use the tool I left them to cut out a piece of the board less than a meter across, like so.”
Officer Wallace scrambled for his radio as the three of them dropped out of the ship.
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