“She’s gone!” Peter gasped.
“What the hell do you mean, ‘she’s gone?’ ” Eun’s image was projected onto his heads-up display. She was swiveling back and forth in the lower compartment, blasting away with her dual-gripped concept cannon.
“I mean she blinked out of existence!” Peter shouted. He flicked on a g-force nullifier, throwing the Bite Mobile into a stomach-dropping barrel roll.
“I’m coming up.” Through their video link, he saw her lifting off her battle-helmet, which disappeared in a pixelated fade. Her seatbelt retracted back into its sheath.
“No, stay down there! ANOS’s attack saucers are—”
“No match for our maneuver capability.” Eun climbed the ladder and poked her head through an open section of floor. “Calm down.” She settled into the copilot’s seat, and a seatbelt expanded from her shoulder to her hip, clicking firmly into place with a crisp-sounding CHACK. “We have to take it up a notch. I just can’t figure out how…”
On the central holopad, Bitefighter’s likeness jumped up and down, waving both arms above his head.
“What is it, Bites?” Peter asked.
Bitefighter pointed past his feet, at a gleaming array of switches and levers that had sprung up on the dashboard when the Bite Mobile had turned into a flying car.
“I don’t get it.” Frustration was audible in Peter’s voice. “There’s a million different options. Which one are you—”
Eun, whose brain was no longer connected to a super-dimensional battle-helmet (and consequently, wasn’t busy networking with its acausal circuitry), instantly realized what Bitefighter was pointing at.
“This one.” She grabbed the stick shift by her waist, clicking it into the numberless gear—the one with a red-and-white picture of an amanita muscaria.
“EINSTEIN-ROSEN SHUNTS HAVE BEEN PRIMED AND ACTIVATED.”
Peter cocked his head. “Einstein-Rosen shunts?”
The craft began to morph—loud clicks and brisk snaps. Outside, the world hazed into a jumble of lines, all narrowing into a bright focal point directly to their front. Peter’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.