Agile as stingships and almost as lethal (courtesy of Digby’s sources), the Capture Landers swept down on the Black House, blew out the nodes where the defense centers were located, then retreated into a ragged disk hovering over the House.
Her face filling the center cell, Tasylyn twitched her scarred ear. “Got ’em all, they couldn’t light a match.”
Anyagan the Szajes showed her teeth. “Good work, cousin.”
“You want us to go in? Wouldn’t take us ten minutes to fetch ours out.”
“Down, kit. We want ours alive, not dead. We’ll take the long road first. Ta.” She blanked the hexa, swung to face Miralys. “You ready, Toerfeles?”
Miralys settled into the co-seat. “Get them.”