Just by the sound and feel she knew Mutiny went for hard burn. Her heart kicked up into high gear and she leapt to her feet. Chained, she had at least the nasty weight of it for a weapon. And her tightly bound hair. She flicked her head twice, testing the limits, then tested the chain as a weapon. Jace entered her room and tossed her boots and her belt of blades to the bed. “We’re being chased by an IWOG attack ship.” He unlocked her cuffs. She yanked on her boots and strapped on her gear. Her stomach rumbled loudly. Startled, they looked at one another. She looked to her belly then Jace. “I guess it’s just thanking me for a great last meal.” Jace tossed her another gun. “If you’re as good in a fight as you are in the kitchen, it won’t be your last meal.” He tossed her three clips. “I take it you’re not turning me in.” Kraft checked the sight of the gun. Off by less than two degrees. She nodded as she holstered it on her back butt-cheek.
