She wasn't there.
Saffi wasn't peeking from the ledge, she wasn't even there.
Despite every instinct clawing at him to go look for her, Raizen knew he was way too short on time. The absence hit him like a cold hand around the spine, but he forced himself to breathe, to think. He scanned the ledge above, then the aircraft right ahead of him, its hull humming with the low thrum of thick, silent thrusters.
Ten minutes was far from enough. He could look for her after - if "after" was still available by then. He pushed the thought down before it could take shape.
Another thought rose in Raizen's mind.
If something went wrong, at least she wouldn't be with him. He nodded at himself, and decided to go in alone.
The aircraft's interior was nothing like the outside suggested.
