“Well, set it to return fire already,” Santino yelled, their own guns chattering almost nonstop behind them. “We have to get to the base first.” “I think you’re just trying to slow us down,” Ezren said, the tac-V careening into a ravine to narrowly avoid a low-flying craft. What the chaff was that? Santino’s laughter echoed over the channel. “Look, girlie, I’m just happy to be here.” “Well, that makes one of us,” Ezren’s dad grumbled from the back as they jostled violently across the uneven terrain.
