Chapter 88 Chapter Eighty Eight

"They’re tagging us," Dante said, his hands flying over the controls. "Harpoon-trackers. If they pull us up, we’re done."

"We aren't going up," I said.

I walked to the airlock.

"Lila, what are you doing?"

"The Argo has an emergency escape pod," I said, my hand on the lever. "It’s designed for on...