Ryan-s Rescue Squad -

But as the hovercraft’s belly hatch opened and the boy laughed—actually laughed—at the rush of wind, Ryan knew the truth.

The hovercraft’s engine coughed black smoke into the amber twilight. Ryan wiped a smear of synthetic oil from his cheek, his fourth pair of goggles already cracked. Ryan-s Rescue Squad

Behind him, the three members of his squad didn't flinch. They never did. But as the hovercraft’s belly hatch opened and

“New plan,” Ryan said. “Mira, you stay with the hovercraft. Get it airborne. Jax, Kael, with me. We move fast.” Behind him, the three members of his squad didn't flinch

Halfway there, a sinkhole opened at Kael’s feet. Jax caught his arm without a word, hauling him up while Ryan fired a grappling line across the chasm. They didn’t stop. They didn’t argue.

“What’s the angle?” Jax asked. There was always an angle with Ryan.