"I wish I could go up to the Alliance
orbital platform right now," M'kar murmured, stroking the control panel.
Too late, she heard footsteps scraping on the
sandy floor behind her. Both boys had followed her into the air-car dock. She
ducked back further into the vehicle, hoping they hadn’t seen her.
No, stupid move. Now she was trapped.
Ke’Jor leaned into the open hatch and grinned at
her. "Of course, this is the best place to hide. No one will expect you to
hide here. Know why?"
M'kar said nothing. She had learned the hard way
over the last few days that no matter what she said, Ke’Jor would keep talking.
"It's because girls don't like to fly
air-cars."
"Our cousins and sisters don't want to fly with
him, because he lectures them like he knows everything," Ke’Niq said. He
flung himself into the air-car, avoiding Ke’Jor’s punch, which hit the side of
the open hatch instead of him. M'kar muffled a giggle.
“I can fly just fine,” Ke’Jor growled. “You want
to go up to the orbital platform? Let’s go.” He tried to vault through the
hatch to the cockpit, caught his foot on the lip of the hatch and sprawled
through the door, hitting his face on the support bar for the pilot's seat.
"Can this fly that high?” Ke’Niq said. He
and M'kar settled on the bench seat across the back of the compartment and watched
Ke’Jor wipe the blood off his face and reach, half-blind, for the control
panel.
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