They had been flying for twenty minutes. And as the beeps of the passive radar and IFF devices grew faint, Nadim Samaya's lungs filled with oxygen. But he did not sigh yet. There was no time to feel relieved. His instincts told him to look over his shoulder. <> Wendy Olent's voice crackled right away. <> Nadim sucked back on his air supply. <> <> Nadim, inhaling again, came on louder on the comms channel. <> Wendy finally relented. She'd never heard Nadim like that, even when he was cross at someone, which didn't happen often. <> <> That now was Elnora's voice; clear as springwater, but still clearly tired. Only now could she hold back the panic, even for a moment. <> Both pilots in the earless Lfriths affirmed the call. After all, the Samaya family were one of the few who knew of safehouses deep in these Lagrange points. After ninety seconds, Nadim opened the comms again. <> <> Nadim was offended, but laughed, then held the button down. <> Wendy's eyebrow furrowed through the visor. <> Elnora was ahead of Nadim this time. <> Nadim could only laugh away the embarrassment. He supposed it helped, to laugh a little. Thirty days ago, they were hard at work building the machines they currently pilot, and were paid enough to get Ericht a knapsack, some party favors and, eventually, an educational plan. Wendy had even volunteered to shuttle her to school. But they were too far away from anything to even think about that. The laughter finally subsided. Elnora gave the other two the good news: <> Nadim saw the docking mast lights glow green. <> <> The autonomous docking utility gave all three Lfrith models an electronic signal; their green light to land. It was a more cumbersome set of operations compared to a hangar docking sequence, but the three pilots were more than grateful to even get here at all. Still, they held their breath. The recharge would take a while to complete. Elnora's husband sounded more somber as he gave orders. <> <> <> Wendy bolted for the crew living quarters that surely still had stocks of food, medical equipment and GUND-compatible batteries; Nadim inspected the digital logs for any staff remaining. Only droplets of blood greeted him when he saw the panel. Both of them came to the same conclusion. *They got everyone.* Eventually, six overstuffed signal green duffel bags careened towards LF-01. Elnora, tethered to the cockpit, caught two marked with red crosses and slung them with care inside, flanking Ericht. The other four she caromed to a halt, floating motionless in the absence of gravity. Soon, Wendy came into view, aghast. <> Nadim was next tto arrive, lugging a stack of solid-state archival storage blades and a black box. At least the move from tape paid its last dividends. His face couldn't lie to his wife. <> It only made Wendy worry more. <> Elnora summoned all the power in her biological hand, trembling in quiet terror, to hold Wendy's. <> She then turned to her husband. <> The choice weighed on Nadim's head. They can't afford to stop for too long in one place -- a military target -- but neither of them would last long when running on fumes. Especially Ericht. Her vitals indicate normalcy, but he, his wife and their friend understood that it can all turn for the worst in seconds. Still, keeping Eri alive was paramount. <> Elnora and Wendy nodded, then got to work. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------