I move my hand to turn on the flyer’s lights but Tabitha blocks it. She has a frown on her face and I know it’s a no-no.
It makes it a weird flight. I can’t see anything except the occasional light and have to rely on the coordinates array so as not to crash.
“Are we nearly there?” Tabitha asked.
“Well, in about an hour the city will be above us but it will take another seven hours to go up and around to it.”
Even, in the darkness I could see that she was not impressed.
“We’re in a flyer, are we not. Fly up to other side. We don’t have time.”
Damn, it was theoretically possible but so risky. He didn’t want his new friend to think him a coward.
“Are you sure, that would be very dangerous.”
“Yes, do it.”
God-dam-it.
I speed up the flyer to maximum. I could feel my heart pumping.
Then I lift the control wheel so that the flyer starts to rise. A loud shrill siren goes off. I can see we’re at the tipping point. Just a few more seconds.
For a few moments, we are weightless. Then we are falling.
I change the direction of the thruster and the flyer flips.
Feeling nauseous, I regain control of the flyer.
“Well done. Ciaran”
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