Kitty
twisted her waist and slipped through the narrow bars of the vent,
one arm hooked through, holding tight. The hull of the massive ship
was dented and scorch-marked, the crimson paint chipped and
scratched. There was a cannon bay to her left and to her right the
hull curved upwards to the foredeck. She had kept her grey tabard on;
if anyone saw her she might be able to keep her cover for a few
moments. If her timing was right, Drake would be sailing the small
escape vessel into position right now. Out there in the softly glowing
dark of space.
Kitty
got her bearings, found the three bright stars that
marked her route. Vixx would be discovering his missing belongings
any moment. She listened back through the vent for sounds of alarm.
The
ether tickled her throat and lungs as she tried to keep her breathing
steady, like Maus had taught her when they were little... She was
doing this for Citadel, for the Lady Serisia, and for Chem and the
kindness he had shown her; but the deepest reason she was risking her
life, the real reason she did everything, was for her sister.
Kitty
heard shouting echo down the vent. She checked the three stars once
more, hoping that the elf was still as good a pilot as he once was.
And
then she pushed off the hull of the ship and into the sky.
