I grabbed my mobile phone off the desk and dialed Drakon’s number one more time. It rang four times before dropping straight to voicemail again.
"Damn it," I muttered, shoving the phone into my back pocket and pushing off the leather chair.
I left Drakon’s office and headed straight downstairs to the comms division, my boots clicking sharply against the concrete floor. I shoved open the heavy metal door to Michael’s office without knocking. He looked up from his multi-monitor setup, taking off his headset as I stepped into the room.
"Why the hell are they still not in range?" I demanded, leaning my hands on the edge of his desk.
Michael held up his hands placatingly. "I'm sorry, Kira. That outer outpost is tucked in a really bad dead zone between the ridges. The terrain completely eats
