"Mase." Alarm spiked the white hairs up the back of my neck while I shook the holy shit out of him. "Mase, wake up. You have to get us in the air."

He bolted upright, always asleep with one mismatched eye open. "What's it?"

"In the air. Now. We're being tracked."

"How do you know?"

But I was already flinging myself out the cockpit door. What if someone was already here in the upper decks of the ship? What if they'd hurt someone? We were sitting ducks ...