I tighten my hold and throw my second-in-command to the ground. He hits the deck with a grunt of pain, but I can’t afford to begentle with him. I’m too busy keeping him alive.
Desya’s bullet misses. Doesn’t burrow into my brigadir’s head like he wanted. Instead, it bites into my shoulder.
Pain explodes through my arm. I clench my teeth, force myself not to scream. Remind myself I’ve felt worse things than this.But it still hurts like f*****g hell.
Chaos erupts on deck. My people start moving, raising their weapons. But soon, Desya’s silenced bullets aren’t the only thingpiercing through the crowd.
They start boarding en masse, a flood of shadows and gunshots. Recruits start dropping, turning me into a liar in a matter ofminutes.
No one dies tonight. Yeah, f*****g right.
Failure burns
