Ajit and Jazarah watched the landscape roll by, climbing and diving, through the windows. The worm-like machine in which they rode undulated, yet they could feel nothing. If Ajit looked too long out the window he fell nauseated, while Jazarah sat unperturbed, staring ceaselessly and wordlessly.
Ajit busied himself by tracing alien sigils and calling up images of the other Ring cities. He wished he could do more to protect the people in them but the nuclear attack had put the machines on alert. All he could do was watch. For now.
Every moment they drew closer to the Inquisitor.