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"Extraction window’s closing. Get the data and get out."

The alarms did not sound. Instead, far away, something else tore the quiet—a low keening, a vibration in the air like distant thunder. Chantal paused. Her skin prickled with instinct; her eyes rose to the sky where a smear of metal glinted on the horizon. A transport—no, a battlecruiser—drifted overhead, its shadow passing like a promise. chantal del sol icarus fallenpdf

But heroics were a language Chantal spoke poorly. She had learned early that the right tool at the right time could do the talking for her. Her fingers found a maintenance hatch, and with a few swift motions she bypassed the alarms. The drive came loose as if it had been waiting for her touch. "Extraction window’s closing

"Why take this risk?" the man asked finally. "You could walk away, Chantal." Chantal paused

Chantal tightened her grip on the drive. "Some of us never stop flying."