Chapter Twenty-One
Destin watched the shuttle lift off the ground carrying Jag back to the Star Raider. High up in the sky he could see large flashes of light even through the clear blue skies. General Baker and Thomas jumped into a jeep that pulled up. The general was barking out orders. All around him, Trivator warriors moved with the skill of years of training.
“I don’t know about you, but I feel like kicking some serious ass,” Mason said, glancing up at the rain of pod-shaped vessels descending through the air. “s**t! It looks like a fu—a damn horror movie.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve already lived through one. I don’t want to live through another,” Destin retorted. “You drive, I shoot.”
Mason’s eyes lit up when he saw where Destin was looking: an armored Humvee with a .50 caliber machine g
