Lucas was up in the air, lightning crackling faint and blue around his boots, the wind rushing through his dark short hair as the Eastern Cardinal spread out beneath him in the fading light. The harbor caught the last of the sun and threw it back gold across the water, and the aerial lanes ran their usual patterns below, transports gliding through their channels like blood moving through veins nobody thought twice about.
"Kelvin," he said into the comm. "Confirm the location again."
"Northwest district," Kelvin said. "Old transit corridor, past the rail yard. His signal's been stationary there for the last forty minutes. No movement at all."
"He's waiting."
"Looks that way."
