Beyond them, a small group of NRA officers waited; Vaas was nowhere to be seen. Michael swore under his breath, sickened and angry at the same time. He felt sickened by what was about to happen and angry that Adrissa had detailed him to be the officer in charge of the firing squad. “We’re here be...
“How long?” he asked the battered lander’s command pilot. “Provided the battlesats don’t get us first,” Kat Sedova replied, “the first missile salvo will be inside hard kill radius in two minutes.” Her voice was barely audible over the racket of pulsed antiship lasers chew...