Iris stood in the shadows on top of the main building at UniOil's R&D facility. Sweat beading her ivory skin, she guided Thorn’s craft down, its motor cut back to a hair above stall speed. Landing her own ultralight on the building’s roof had been rough enough. Bringing one in on remote control, even through a rigger interface, was sheer murder. Their computer simulations had shown it was possible to land in the space available, but drek, it was close.