Sweat started to trickle down my brow. Fuck, how did I manage to get myself involved in this? Maybe, I should never have gone to that crash site.
Tabitha is following close behind me as we traverse a field filled with eye height grain. It is tough and punishing just to push through it. Aengus’ family planted this field three months ago. They had always been nice to him and even cared for him when he was sick.
But he didn’t want to ask if they could take the flyer. It would be surely be recorded by one of the countless cameras on the habitat, implicating them in whatever trouble he got himself involved in.
Finally, they reach a clearing and the thatched hut is in front of them. There are no alarms or anything of that nature. Normally, there is no risk of anything being stolen.
They go silently to the rear of the hut where the flyer is docked. The doors are already opened. It is far more spacious than the taxi and Tabitha takes the seat next to them. It is fitted out in leather and there is even entertainment screens in the rear. I quickly find the keys and put put it in the ignition.
Then as I look up I see one of the boys standing next to the rear door of the hut. It is the oldest, a boy of fourteen years. He is looking at me aghast unsure how to react.
With that, the flyer takes off.
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