“It’s not my fault I was built poorly…” Coalburn argues as the ship’s door remotely open.
Killstreak looks up at the sky, towards the spark chamber. “I can make that, right?” she asks herself.
“You’re shooting hoops into a dude’s innards?”
Streak ignores him. “We’ll need Stealth, which you are not vary accustomed to. So, I’ll do the stealthy stuff, while you do as much as you can.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I don’t know yet. First, it means you’ll have to fly the Divider.”
Coalburn leaps a short distance into the air. “Really?”
“Just up there, no farther.”
“Okay!” Coalburn sits in Streak’s seat. It moans under the weight.
“I’m flying up there solo.”
“Me too!”
“I’m flying up there without a ship.”
“I’m flying up there and I don’t own a ship!”
“You’ll wait for my signal.”
“I’ll wait for your signal. Wait, why are you in charge?”
“I’ll comm you, that’s the signal.”
“Okay!”
“Coalburn.”
“What?”
“Not a scratch.”
“Okay!”
Streak looks up one last time. Her cape and hair spill out, covering her with black metal. She flies up in her plane form, as fast as she can while maintaining stealth.