Hopping to his feet, Foster followed her stare to where a figure in a horrifically old-fashioned royale topsuit barreled across the plain toward them. She moved unnaturally fast for the obvious amount of bulky weight hanging on her limbs. Pumping her arms furiously, the massive crack in her helmet glinted as she closed the distance. But her goggs couldn’t hide the sheer determination in her night-black eyes, the crew and press scattering before her magtrain of metal-coated fury.
