Noah’s voice was low, clipped. “No formation, no flanking. They know we can’t maneuver.” Jamie was already sweating. “What do we do? We can’t outrun them. We can’t outturn them. We can’t even fly.” “Keep moving. That’s all we’ve got.”
Jamie glanced behind them. The three sealed crates shifted with each jolt. He stared at them like they were about to explode. “They don’t know what we’re carrying, right?” His voice cracked slightly. Noah didn’t answer.