It would be only a few minutes before the craft located them. Her heart sliding into her stomach, she looked up at Syn. “What now?” “I’m thinking.” “Could you think a little quicker?” He cast her a dark glare. “You’re not helping.” Not helping? She wanted to choke him. “You’re lucky you’re still breathing and not limping.” Vik swooped down and literally crawled into Syn’s pack like it was a mother’s cocoon. Shahara scowled at him. “What are you doing?” He poked his beak out. “I don’t wanna die, man. They’re not playing. Have you seen how many of them are out there?” He shivered. “One just took a shot at me, so unlike you morons, I’m hiding. Hiding is nice.” She huffed at him. “You can’t die, Vik. You’re a mechbot.” He vanished completely into the pack. “They can pull me apart and reprogram me. Trust me, that’s death. Now shush before they find us. Remember—hide, people, hide.” Syn growled low in his throat, then he loosened his hold on her arm.
