10
“Captain Jayde Thrin. From Ochillon.”
His words sounded like an accusation. Jayde rubbed the side of her head and glared at the man.
“Yeah?”
“The sole survivor of a planet-wide calamity. Tell me, Jayde, how did you survive?”
“Technically I wasn’t the only one to get off the planet,” Jayde said. “There were ten of us, but one was infected and killed everyone else. I was lucky to live.”
Hans looked at one of his soldiers. “Check her.”
The soldier handed his rifle to another man and retrieved a small black box from his pack, then knelt beside Jayde and opened the box. There was a device with a needle attached and he jabbed the needle into her arm. He wasn’t gentle about it, either.
Jayde grimaced but didn’t make a noise. The screen on the machine counted backward from ten and then
