Chapter 38
Iasa stalked the corridors of the living quarters like wrath incarnate. People had fled from her. She took a modicum of pride in believing they’d moved faster than they’d run from Tiny. An unseen threat could be terrifying, but apparently not nearly as much as one seen, coming straight for you with bloodlust in her eyes. She tried to stay close to the access corridor, leading into the evac bay. The frightened crew she ran down kept trying to bolt into their little holes and seal her out, dragging her further and further away. Hornwood had gone silent on the comm-link. Either that meant Cross and his lackeys had managed to overcome the bastard, or more likely he was keeping her in the dark through some twisted sense of comedy. Either way, she needed to get inside. The sport she'd indul
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