“Yeah. I get that a lot.”
“You’ve already exceeded acceptable parameters,” Ford continues.
“Both of you.”
“That sounds like a you problem,” I reply.
Mila exhales sharply.
Definitely not helping.
Mila
“Why are you doing this?”I demand.
Ford doesn’t hesitate.
“Because control is the only way to ensure stability.”
I shake my head.
“That’s not control.”
“It is from where I stand.”
Of course it is.
A faint sound cuts through the trees.
Not natural.
Not random.
Rotors.
My head snaps up.
Jase hears it too.
“…that’s not good,” I whisper.
Jase
No.
No, it’s not.
“They’re sending a retrieval team,” I say.
Ford doesn’t deny it.
“In light of your… deviation,” he says calmly,
“containment is necessary.”
Yeah.
That’s not happening.
