Adams felt the shift before he heard the announcements. The pulse Nyx mentioned was steadier, had direction, and was heavier than the other few already dispatched. He stood on the terrace with Anderson and the seven women, the afternoon sun casting long shadows over the stone.
"It's committed," he said.
Anderson's eyes narrowed with interest. "Location?"
"High pass east of old sky routes," Adams replied. "Heavier vessel this time, and it isn't alone."
Mabel moved closer. Inara, Akira, Nyx, Lilith, Aveline, and Naomi all turned to face him with little fuss or questions.
"Order of business?" Mabel asked.
Adams was already speaking. "Eren, Garrick, Hela; intercept. Anderson, you're with them. Two of the Sins cut the retreat, J locks the inbounds tighter. We hold here unless it escalates beyond what they can clear."
