The firing finally stopped as the remaining attackers either fled the perimeter or were captured, with many dying in the crossfire. As soon as the command radio traffic shifted from active combat to tactical cleanup, Elara wasted no time. She led Lyra rapidly through the ruined street, hugging her tightly against her waist.
They were already long past their safe departure window. The floodlights of the massive ship had already flickered on, and Elara was certain that no matter how long her sister and Max attempted to stall for time, any further delay would cause disastrous problems to arrive as the rain grew heavier by the minute.
