The first tremor reached Elias through the soles of his boots.
At first it felt like another engine starting behind him. Then the rhythm grew heavier and steadier, a rolling pressure moving down the main transit artery. Federation armor was coming.
Elias stood near the rear of the skiff with the medical bag on his shoulder and his eyes on the detonation wire.
The black cord ran from the base of the two damaged towers to a manual plunger box on the hood of a crushed sedan. Torqa stood beside it with his stone Ikona grinding at his back. His hand hovered over the plunger with restless fingers.
Dot's flickered under Elias's collarbone. "Sylira is watching everyone, and her wire reaches the sedan before you do."
