She flexed her arms, and her suit expanded with the web-like wings between her arms and legs. It had taken some practice, but she was now able to glide free of the aircraft and drop down to where Tauron was waiting with the riot runner modified for high altitude. He was breathing just fine, which made her wonder what kind of modifications had been made to him. She glided free, wind roaring past her and her suit providing goggles. Tauron matched her speed, and she grabbed his shoulders, pulling herself down behind him. The suit shifted for a more comfortable ride, and she wrapped her arms around him. They rode the runner down to the flight centre and settled down to check on the crew of the craft that had nearly crashed in the city. Tauron was better at this stuff than she was. She let him go first. The passengers and crew disembarked, and Tauron was speaking with them while Niad went and checked her handiwork on the engines.
