Chapter Twenty-Five
Frost woke in small increments. He was familiar with the effects of a medical stasis. He had watched enough prisoners wake from it after their capture to know what to expect. He blinked as pure oxygen was pumped into the cylinder imprisoning him.
Over the next three hours, he slowly worked each muscle in his body. At first, he concentrated on being able to move his fingers, then his wrists, and finally his arms. He did the same with his feet and legs.
By the time Coal opened the cylinder, he was ready. He grabbed Coal’s thick forearms and rolled with a force that took the large man down to the floor with him. He struck out over and over, striking Coal in the chin as hatred poured through his mind.
Frost twisted as he flew through the air when Coal got a lucky break
