“Grady! Bex! You there?” Foster swiveled the cam once again to spot their ship coming in hot, one wing burning. “We’re here,” Grady said, voice tight. “And landing a little sooner than expected. Meet you at the door I guess and really hoping you have a different way out of this joint.” “We do,” Ezren’s dad said before turning to Ezren. “Those are friends of yours, I assume.” Her voice trembled, but Foster could hear the smile in it. “The other half of the team.”
