Onwards and upwards
Firebird stared at the small spacecraft.
"Ready to go, Sis?" Mystic looked at her.
"Ready, get in." As the boys slipped into the back, it had been built without a co pilot seat, for some reason, she slipped into the front seat. As soon as she did, she suddenly felt relaxed. Her hands started moving with almost practiced ease, flipping switches.
"Remind me why we're trusting the amnesiac to fly?" Bloodmoon spoke up.
"She's the only one with the qualifications?" Hunter looked at him.
"She looks like she knows what she's doing." Mystic watched Firebird. A panel turned right next to her, revealing an organge and red eye.
"Leo." Firebird didn't bother questioning how she knew the name, or that she knew it would answer.
"Hello, Firebird. Where are we going?"
"Vwinzu 9." She glanced at the eye. "Do not send the flight record to anyone, erase it when we land."
"That goes against protocol."
"Download information from main computer file Charlie Tango Echo 1504." The eye did a backwards roll.
"Oh, orders acknowledged. You can count on me." She nodded. "Your hat is still between the seat and the wall, Firebird." She blinked, then grabbed the hat and looked at it. It was a more feminine styled cowboy hat, black with her name in red lettering in the lining. She put it on, and pulled back the throttle as the bay doors finished opening. "Engaging cloaking."
As they shot out into space, Firebird turned the ship in the opposite direction of the BETA space station. And in a few moments later, they were gone, with no one the wiser.
Yay, lucky number seven . . . Still short, but hey, I'm working on it.