“Downgrade to elite?” Vapor said, pulling off her goggles. “Are you nuts? No one can come down that fast!”

“Just make it happen, Scotty!” Sprite said. “They’re closing in!”

Darkholm returned to his keyboard, fingers flying. “I’ve got a safe landing field,” he said, sending the first of the coordinates to Scotty’s system. “Commerce. She’ll get lost with 19 million shopaholics.”

“Can I get some help here?” Ling said. “For every blockade I put up, they tear out two more holes.”

Darkholm and Scotty were working Sprite’s exit, so Vapor went back to home defense, patching holes and building barriers.