Mission Log 1:02 – Mandel Skies (Part Two)

My ankle really was smarting as I ran for the kid, ready to tackle him to the tarmac and throw him over my shoulder if that was what it took to get him back to the damn transport. The passenger who’d gone after him was behind me, but even with that massive backpack strapped to him, he caught up after a few steps. Natural sprinter, I guess.

A hurricane of fire burst across the airfield at our backs, igniting the surrounding field, and I glanced over my shoulder to see if the transport was stil...