“She knows she can’t take us by herself,” I say, raising my voice a little, thinking maybe I can bait Phiri Dun-Ra out of hiding.
“She removed these parts, right?” Marina asks. “She didn’t just destroy them?”
“No, it looks like she took them,” Adam replies. “Probably doesn’t want to be responsible for destroying a bunch of ships in addition to getting her squadron killed. Although, keeping us here long enough for reinforcements to capture and kill us would probably get her a pass from her Beloved Leader.”
“No one’s getting captured or killed,” I say. “Except Phiri Dun-Ra.”
“Is there any other way to get our ship moving?” Marina asks Adam. “Could you . . . I don’t know? Rig something up?”
Adam scratches the back of his neck, looking around at the other ships. “I suppose it’s possible,” he says. “Depends what we can scrounge together. I can try, but I’m not a mechanic.”
“That’s one idea,” I say, looking up at the sky to see how much daylight we have left. Not much. “Or, we could go out into that jungle, track down Phiri Dun-Ra and get our part back.”
Adam nods. “I prefer that plan.”
I look at Marina. “What about you?”
I don’t even have to ask. The sweat on my arms tingles—she’s radiating an aura of cold.
“Let’s go hunting,” Marina says.