After Darvin explored the first ship that Rylan and his father-in-law provided, he completed the selection of the pilots for the reconnaissance mission. Over the next couple of weeks, he used various intermediaries to transfer the ships and the equipment to the best sites for inconspicuous launches. Once Darvin prepared each of the improvised locations, he sent a message to the three people he shielded from Liam’s forced relocation. Will the pilots agree with Rylan’s plan? Or will their refusal prompt Darvin to select different pilots for the assignment?
“Mara, you’re late.”
The lithe woman leaned against the frame as her fingers ran through her hair. She twisted her head and peered past the living mountain to smile at the pilots waiting. With a snort, Mara’s gaze drifted back to Darvin as she thumped his chest. “Please explain why you yanked your best pilots out of rotation?”
“Why are cocky pilots constantly wasting my time?” The massive individual stepped aside, raising an arm to point at the open seat. “However, you’ve also wasted theirs, and I don’t think that’s fair.”
“Stop complaining, Darvin,” the woman sitting in the room said as she crossed her ankles. “Your bluster is hollow.”
“Giselle is correct.” The remaining pilot said, punctuating his words by slapping the empty chair. He raised his finger, thrusting it toward Mara. “I won’t speak for Mara or Giselle,” With a shrug, the heavy-set individual clutched his hands behind his head. “However, I would like to know why Darvin arranged for this meeting.”
“I couldn’t agree more, Arthur,” Darvin said, taking Mara’s arm and guiding her to the open seat. With a grin, the mountain deposited her and plucked three pads off the desk. “I’d be shocked to learn that any of you are happy with running cargo and passengers to the colonies.”
Arthur’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Aren’t you tired of performing errands for the elite?”
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