The older man pulled a stick of chewable caf from his pocket, tore it in half, bit into one portion, and held the other out to Wyl. Wyl took it after a moment of hesitation. “We were too late to do a blasted thing about Su,” Nath said. “Whatever we did, she was outnumbered and too close to escape. You see that, right?” “I do.” He did. The twenty soldiers aboard the mining car—the soldiers who’d detonated their own vehicle to keep Shadow Wing from pursuing—were another matter.
