"The Fighter isn't here," Grace murmured faintly, standing on the bridge of the Apex ship. "Not even close." There was a slight hint of sadness in her voice. Then, she stirred and blinked as the Piranha crew announced they were cleared.
"Shall we proceed to the co'ords the Pharazians gave us?"
"Affirmative, Piranha," she said into the comm. "We'll be right behind you."