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Another
burst
of
lifting
wingbeats
and
they
came
out
over
rocks
,
silver
-
frosted
angles
and
outcroppings
in
the
starlight
.
The
dust
-
reddened
second
moon
showed
itself
above
the
horizon
to
their
right
,
defining
the
ribbon
trail
of
the
storm
.
Paul
’
s
hands
danced
over
the
controls
.
Wings
snicked
in
to
beetle
stubs
.
G
-
force
pulled
at
their
flesh
as
the
craft
came
around
in
a
tight
bank
.
“
Jetflares
behind
us
!
”
Jessica
said
.
“
I
saw
them
.
”
He
slammed
the
power
arm
forward
.
Their
’
thopter
leaped
like
a
frightened
animal
,
surged
southwest
toward
the
storm
and
the
great
curve
of
desert
.
In
the
near
distance
,
Paul
saw
scattered
shadows
telling
where
the
line
of
rocks
ended
,
the
basement
complex
sinking
beneath
the
dunes
.
Beyond
stretched
moonlit
fingernail
shadows
—
dunes
diminishing
one
into
another
.
And
above
the
horizon
climbed
the
flat
immensity
of
the
storm
like
a
wall
against
the
stars
.
Something
jarred
the
’
thopter
.
“
Shellburst
!
”
Jessica
gasped
.
“
They
’
re
using
some
kind
of
projectile
weapon
.
”
She
saw
a
sudden
animal
grin
on
Paul
’
s
face
.
“
They
seem
to
be
avoiding
their
lasguns
,
”
he
said
.
