The signal trace on Sprite’s faerie transmission was gaining, but there was nothing she could do now. She only dreaded the possibility of the armorcoptor’s weapons lock. At that point, it would only matter how long it took the gunner to pull the trigger.

Turtle dropshifted hard, cranking through another corner, coptor hard on his tail. Then he punched the accelerator, skipping two gears in the process.

The coptor slowed ever so slightly to follow. This was the opportunity Sprite had been waiting for. She boosted the remaining fuel in the faerie for one final effort, rocketing the machine forward.