It took about a minute before the outer door opened and they entered the frigate, but Darren felt every second.
“Bea, go!” Nyle’s voice sounded through the ship’s comms once they were inside the Maine’s pressure chamber.
“Get your asses up here! We have company!” Bea said back, grunting as the entire ship shook.
By the time they made it to the bridge, Darren’s heart was galloping again. “Bea, what’s going on?” he asked, joining Bea in the cockpit.
The ship veered sharply to the left. “I’ve got a GN tail. Marcus came prepared.”
“Can we slip them?” George asked, panting.
Nyle looked up from the left gun control. He had the tactical visor connected to it on. “Negative. Bea, I’m all loaded up. Spin us!”
“Hold onto something, everyone!” Bea said, yanking the ship’s controls to the side.
The Maine stopped abruptly and spun around, giving Darren a throbbing headache. His stomach sloshed, swaying to one side and then the other as the ship stopped moving. A high-pitched low sound accompanied the thin laser Nyle shot at the GN vessel. The ship exploded two seconds later.
Bea cheered. “Okay. Time to leg it. I suggest you strap in. We’ll be passing through some rocks.”
Darren’s knees gave, but Aiden was there to catch him, whispering encouragements and leading him to the mess hall so they could sit down and catch their breath.
