Rin dreamt of Jasper screaming. She ran and ran and hunted, trying to find him. The screaming! The screaming—
The screaming was real, only it wasn't—it wasn't Jasper…
Rin's eyes shot open, and she saw the wings in the dawn sky, beating, beating, and coming fast. She leapt for her dad's AGR-14, saw Shaw scramble toward the helm of the Flyswatter, saw Champlain standing with his mouth hanging open.
"Get in!" she barked, grabbing his jacket and yanking him into the LAV harder than was necessary, whirling to dump a clip into the first muta to swoop within range, praying as she heard Shaw's chainguns spin up.