That meant that Oya was a good forty-five seconds ahead.Ben had his phone up and was recording Oya as she began landing, while I changed both of my ey...s to that of an eagle. I was able to see her mech’s armor ripple as a seam appeared in the lower part of her mech, but even my improved vision wasn’t enough to see any nanites. The gentle rippling of the armor did suggest that something was going on, we’d just need to wait until later to find out.Oya continued to get ahead, but that didn’t stop. Hope laid down with me and Kayla when we got back. She cried for a few minutes, but her lack of sleep finally caught up with her and she crashed. We all talked earlier, and one of us will be with her every minute until Faith gets back. Kayla will be with her until dinner, and Cadence asked to take the next shift but she seemed somewhat sad. Do you know why she would be sad, Master?”“Yes, I do, but I can’t discuss it right now. You will learn about it tomorrow at lunch. Please don’t ask her or. We could ask Raymond to look around, where he is now, for a troop-carrier type truck." Too vulnerable to fire from an ambush," I said. "A bus -- or more than one bus -- would be better. Or maybe even the Humvees that Raymond's already found." We need something to carry our gear in," Ingmar reminded. "When we leave this ship, we've got tons of food and supplies that it would just make good sense to take with us." There has to be some balancing, between our need to move, and our need to carry. The drug and sleep lingered, leaving cobwebs in her thoughts. Was she actually awake? She couldn't see anything. Something ticked her ear, and she moved to swat at it. Her hand was caught in something. So was the other one. She realized then that her hands and feet were bound, leaving her spread open. She thought she was still in her own bed; the sheets and pillowcase felt warmly familiar.Someone was in the room. On the bed with her. Kissing her neck. Jesus, she thought. She remained quiet,.