The comm crackled with a woman’s voice. “You have entered restricted airspace. Identify yourself and await instructions.”I spoke into the comm. “This is Major Bhaajan. Notify General Majda that I’m coming in.”“Please hold, Major,” the woman said.“Understood.” Apparently the jeeper’s shroud didn’t work all that well given how fast they had detected us. But it probably still hid the people inside. I reached forward to deactivate the shroud. Once they knew we carried Dayj, we shouldn’t have any trouble.“Wait,” Dayj said. “Not yet.”Jak glanced at him. “It’s too late to turn back.”“I know,” Dayj said. “I just—I want a few more minutes of freedom. Even knowing it’s about to end.”A new voice snapped out of the comm, hard and clipped. “Major, this is Chief Takkar. Where the hell have you been?”Takkar. Oh, great. “Around,” I said.“Don’t rizz with me, Bhaajan. You’ve hidden continuously since we told you to stop with the shroud. You’re going to need a damn good explanation, and this one had better not involve some disreputable undercity kingpin.”Jak’s eyes gleamed.
