Another signal intercept from Sprite’s faerie and speakers filled the room with transmissions with the armorcoptor.

“When you have weapons lock, take the shot.”

“Sir?”

“The time for hesitation is over. The package will be lost unless we stop that vehicle.”

“Sir, if we fire weapons, in all likelihood, the package will be killed.”

“I understand. Nonetheless, you have your orders.”

“Yes, sir.”

The communication ended. Clara had warned the darts of this possibility, knowing Jac was Red Ninja. No one wanted to acknowledge it, but there it was.

Sprite had to get to that coptor, or Turtle was dead.