Let me know if they’re Bandits. If they are, we can avoid ’em. If they’re not . . .” He was talking to himself now—Bloodwing had already taken to the sky, was mounting ever higher so she could then dive fast, down close to the unidentified vehicles. Mordecai slowed, almost to a stop. He was outgunned. The technical was twice as big, twice as well armed as his outrunner. And there were two more vehicles, armed with rocket launchers, and shielded. He had his own shield on, but it wasn’t the best. A boom resounded across the sky as one of the outriders took a shot at Bloodwing. It was probably just a random potshot, the gunner thinking it might be a rakk. He glanced up at the distant dot in the sky that was Bloodwing. She flew on, through the smoky ring of the shell burst, apparently unhurt. Mordecai chuckled. “Good girl.” Bloodwing had good reflexes. She watched enemy guns to see if they were sighting in on her; she’d seen the shell coming and dodged it. Those three vehicles were coming closer.
