Moon Raine was not the only one with traitorous thoughts on her mind that night. Paula Burton was on her own mission. She was tittering on nervousness, worried about the mission. It was one thing to fight a fictional battle and outwit her father on her mind. In reality, it was more nerve wrecking than she imagined.
Two aircrafts arrived in the Drift lands, their engines humming a low, metallic dirge that stirred the dust into a choking haze. But Heath Burton only saw one_ the sleek, white-bellied transport carrying his daughter, Paula. He stood on the edge of the large compound, arms crossed over his chest, looking like a man who owned the sun and was just letting everyone else use the light for a fee.
When the ramp hissed open and Paula stepped out, Heath didn't offer a hug. He didn't even offer a smile. He just squinted at her, his eyes darting to the insignia on the ship's side.
