“All right. We can do this.” She took the controls and did her best to ease it up.

It rocketed out.

Fast was an understatement. At the rate it shot forward, it would take her stomach a week or two to catch up. Good news, they would definitely outrun anything sent after them.

Bad news, she couldn’t really read the nav on it. Or any of the computer systems, for that matter.

“Where the hell am I going?”

She wasn’t even sure of the language or alphabet. “Really? Why isn’t this in Universal?”

Because he’s hiding . . .

He wouldn’t want anyone to be able to see where he’d been or locate his name, or any identifying information.

Damn it.

The ship shot through the atmosphere in record time and so smoothly that she barely felt the burn of it. Impressive. Someone had modified the drive to something the likes of which she’d never seen or felt– which made sense given that the Trisani were the ones who’d invented FTL drives and space travel to begin with. It was stunning tech. But since she couldn’t read the heading or settings, she had no way to reset anything, or know exactly what she was doing.

Seriously, what the minsid hell?

How could she fly like this?

She didn’t dare try to reset anything for fear of hitting the wrong thing and ejecting them into space or shutting down life support and not being able to reactivate it.

She needed help.

“Let this work.” She dialed out on her comm.

Nothing went through.

Of course not. There was nothing to relay the signal to without a hookup and she couldn’t read his schematics to make the right connection.

Damn.

“Fine.” She dialed Jinx. Since he was League, she wouldn’t need long range capabilities to pick up his frequency. He could always answer.

“Shadowborne. Go.”

Jayne let out a relieved breath. “Hey. Do you know what frequency this is?”

“Jaynie?”

“Yeah.” She rolled her eyes at the fact that her voice was so similar to her sister’s that not even Jinx could tell them apart.

“Where are you?”

“Hadrian’s fighter. I launched it but can’t read the nav on it. I have no idea where I’m heading.” She took a picture of the console and sent it to him. “Have you ever seen anything like this?”

He ignored her question, probably because the pic hadn’t arrived yet. “Why did you leave the planet? I’m only a few minutes out.”

“It was too thick, even with my skills. They massed out the contract and everyone was hunting him. Hadrian took me to his fighter. We thought it was the best course of action to get the Tophet out of there.”

“Where’s your target now?”

“Unconscious, in the seat behind me.”

“Well, that’s useless.”

“Not funny.”

Jinx didn’t respond. He was good at ignoring conversation he didn’t like and even better at dodging questions. “I just got the photo.”

“And?”

“Looks like an ancient Trisani script.”