The sky above the desert split open. The clouds gave way, not to sun, but to the silhouettes of descending warships, humming with power and bristling with weapons. The sight was enough to make everyone on the train stop what they were doing and look out the window.
Panic took over instantly.
"Yagans," Eric whispered, his face tight with a deep seated dread. He stood up and began walking briskly through the train car, eyes scanning the ceiling as if expecting it to rip open at any second.
Jimmy, still staring at the descending warships, followed him closely.
"We need to get off this bloody train right now."
Eric said loudly, urgency rippling through every word.
As they passed Yelena, she remained perfectly still, her gaze fixed on the warships, analyzing their tight V-shaped formation, her expression unreadable but focused.
"You seem pretty tense,"
Jimmy said, keeping up with Eric's pace. "They could be here for something else."
"No, they're here for me, unfinished business"
