He made the call.

He reached up and isolated one of the secondary control channels, cutting the computer out of that path, and the airframe jolted once, hard, and then the ugly rhythmic shudder simply stopped.

Smooth air.

Level flight.

“You were right,” he said, quiet with surprise.

I didn’t feel like being right.

I already knew we’d only solved the smallest piece of it.

Chapter 6 — Acute Toxicity