Chapter Twenty-FourEmanator pistol in hand, Martin marched down the corridor on F Deck.
There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that he shouldn't be there. As commanding officer of the Exogenesis, he belonged on the bridge, sorting out the chaos that had followed the explosion at the brig. He should have remained at his post and dispatched a security team to round up the escaped Vox.
At the very least, he should have brought a team with him for backup. What he was doing violated every regulation and bit of common sense in existence.
But Martin could not have cared less. No one could have talked him out of hunting down the creature alone…not that anyone had been crazy enough to try. The tone in his voice and the look on his face when he'd announced his intentions on the bridge had
