LeSoit hit the console again. With a tremendous deep-throated roar, the heavy realspace engines came on. Power that should have driven Warhammer 's mass up to near-lightspeed poured out of the ship's engines, turning the deckplates of the bay to slag beneath them. All over the console, warning lights burned red. Jos Metadi shook his head.
Enemies are personal.
Her voice remained composed. I have decided. They were dragging him now to a parked hovercar. It rose, humming, on its nullgravs, and hung there vibrating gently. The other man shoved Jens onto the front seat beside the driver.