Hoping that Rook didn’t have a final bomb capable of shattering the complex, I used anti-gravity to send us upward and then moved forward, aiming the jet toward the red building.
Over the comm, I said, “Ghost? We’re heading in your direction. Are you okay?”
“Well,” she said, “I don’t feel more hurt than before, but I still don’t feel good. Stop over the complex and I’ll aim for the jet.”
As we closed in on the complex, I checked the radiation levels of the smoke floating out of it, and they were high. I avoided them. The jet probably had enough shielding to handle it, but why take chances? Continue reading Knock, Knock? Part 9