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“Take this.” With his oversized hands, Waylon passed a cold rag to Josh. “And this.”
He accepted the rag and the cup of coffee. “Thank you.”
“Word of warning; there’s a little extra something in the coffee. Should help with the pain.”
He smiled. “Whatever works.”
The lump on the back of his head had swelled in the hours since the fight for the asteroid base. He’d passed out for a few minutes on a pile of blankets Waylon had offered, dreaming of torture and laser fire. When he woke, the back of his head felt soft and tender like thawed meat, the pain flashing through his body with each heartbeat. He sat as still as possible, taking short, shallow breaths as the Barracudas cleaned the hangar bay and doused the fires. They tossed the bodies of the Tyral Pirates into the airlock with t
