The door closed and we were flying. Free. Alive.
For now.
I didn’t breathe evenly until the pilot announced we were in open space with no sign of pursuit. My relief didn’t last long.
“Governor, we have an issue.”
Maxim stepped up to the cockpit. “What is it?”
“We’re being ordered to reroute to Prillon Prime.”
“By whom?”
“Prime Nial, sir.”
“Fuck.”