Kor’Thank: Chapter 58

“She’s gone!” Peter gasped, eyes widening beneath his light-woven battle-helmet.  “What the fuck are we going to—”

“What the hell do you mean, ‘she’s gone?’ ”  On one of the panes on the Bite Mobile’s heads-up display a holographically projected Eun was swiveling back and forth in the gunner pod below, pressing the triggers on her dual-gripped concept cannon.  Its craggy muzzle was blasting out long-ass chains of otherworldly equations.

“I mean she blinked out of existence, Eun!  Dee disappeared!” Peter shouted.  He reached down, flicked on a g-force nullifier, and threw the Bite Mobile into a steep, descending barrel roll.

“I’m coming up.”  On the video link, he saw her lifting off her battle-helmet (it disappeared in a pixelated fade) and her seatbelt telescope into its shoulder-height sheath.

“Eun, you need to stay down there!  ANOS’s attack saucers are—”

“No match for our maneuver capability.”  Eun climbed up the ladder and poked her head into the section of floor that led into the copilot’s seat.  “Calm down, Peter.”  She settled back into the chair, and a seatbelt telescoped from her shoulder to her hip, clicking firmly into place with a crisp-sounding chik-chack.  “I know we’re supposed to take it next level, I just can’t figure out how…”

On the center holopad, Bitefighter’s rascally image blinked into existence.  He started jumping up and down, waving both arms above his head.  Peter and Eun both looked at him.

“What is it, Bites?” Peter asked urgently.

Bitefighter pointed down past his feet, at the gleaming array of switches and levers that had sprung up on the Bite Mobile’s dashboard as it had transformed into a flying car.

“I don’t get it,” Peter said, frustration audible in his rising voice.  “There’s a million different options.  Which one are you—”

Eun Yin, whose brain was no longer connected to a super-dimensional battle-helmet (and consequently, wasn’t busy networking with a mess of 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 that was emblazoned with the red-and-white icon of an amanita muscaria mushroom.

The craft began to morph.  As loud clicks and brisk snaps sounded around him, Peter cast a panicked glance from side to side.  Outside the Bite Mobile, the world began to haze into a rainbow-tinged jumble of hazy lines, all narrowing into a bright focal point that lay front and center on their holo-lit windshield.

When Peter realized what was happening, his eyes got even wider.