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shipment of invisible wingjets,” Commander Nyx clarified. The blood-red scars around the officer’s neck caught Aris’s attention, as always, but it was her words that sent a shock down Aris’s spine.
    Invisible wingjets? A whole shipment?
    “Those wingjets are our best hope for finding the bomb,” Ward Vadim said. “Ward Nekos and I are concerned the attack on Spiro may have been related to those jets. The shipment was originally scheduled to arrive at your stationpoint last week, but it was delayed.”
    “Did anyone know about them? We certainly didn’t.” Milek sounded confused.
    “Commander Nyx was the only one at Spiro who knew,” Ward Vadim said. “But the only other potential target would be the two of you, given your status and involvement in the Elom affair.” She glanced from Milek to Aris, her scarred face drawn into a frown.
    Aris shivered at the thought that she might once again be in Ward Balias’s sights. “Be that as it may, you said the shipment of wingjets is here now. What are we supposed to do with it?”
    Ward Vadim turned toward Commander Nyx. “Your commander can explain. Ward Nekos and I have asked her to take point on this matter.”
    Nyx straightened and stepped away from the desk. “Your objective is to find and destroy the flaming scorpion before Ward Balias destroys Atalanta.”
    Of course it was. Aris almost laughed, even as her heart pounded hard enough to make her dizzy. Nyx continued. “Haan, you’ll be leading a new unit of elite flyers. Only the best.”
    Aris barely kept herself from staggering back a step. Commander Nyx was putting
her
in charge of a whole unit?
    The woman shifted her glare to Milek. “Major Vadim, you’ll support the Lieutenant and help coordinate each mission. You’ll be the liaison between Mekia’s command, as well as Ward Vadim and Ward Nekos. When we have actionable intel, you’ll help Haan get the authorization from Ward Nekos to move forward.”
    “Yes, sir,” Milek said immediately.
    Aris registered his smile, but her mind was still processing the words
invisible wingjets
and
leading a new unit
, trying to make sense of them.
    “No one on point can know that the wingjets are invisible,” Nyx continued. “Is that understood?”
    “Yes, sir,” Aris and Milek said in tandem. Aris’s voice cracked a little. She cleared her throat.
    Commander Nyx tapped a hand against her thigh. “I’ll work with you on recruitment. Flyers from other stationpoints, Ruslana . . . anywhere we can find skilled,
trustworthy
people. Everyone will need to go through additional security screening.”
    Milek cocked his head. “Additional screening? That’s not the usual policy.”
    Commander Nyx glanced toward Ward Vadim, who nodded.
    An uncomfortable silence hung in the air a moment longer, before Nyx said, “There was a spy at Spiro. One of our own people was responsible for the attack.”
    “Excuse me?” Aris burst out, just as Milek took a step back.
    “How can that be?” he said.
    A new tension pulled at the corners of Nyx’s eyes. “We thought at first it was just comm hacks, lucky shots at our tech. But . . .”
    Aris sucked in a tiny breath, her brain still foggy. “But what?”
    Commander Nyx sighed as she rubbed a hand across the back of her neck. “The attack at Spiro began within. Less than a minute before Safaran forces arrived, a firebomb was detonated inside the building. It was planted.”
    A bomb
within
Spiro? Aris couldn’t wrap her head around it.
    “There’s a team sifting through the rubble, looking for more evidence,” Nyx said. “It may have been a suicide attack. Or the perpetrator could still be alive and stationed here with us at Mekia.”
    Milek shook his head. “Most of the survivors were instrumental in rescuing Aris from Safara.
Our
team. They’re not, they can’t be . . .”
    “Then let’s hope the traitor blew himself up,” Ward Vadim said shortly. Her hands clenched into fists at her side.
    Aris