“Are you crazy?” Randolph demanded.
Dust winced at the other man’s loud exclamation. He glanced over at McCullon who was talking to Mendoza. The General glanced back at them before returning his glare to where Daciana was sitting on a crate nonchalantly studying the activities of those crossing over to the elevator leading down to the area that had been destroyed.
The General had been glaring suspiciously at Daciana since the group emerged topside. He hoped the man followed through on his promise. If he didn’t—well, they would cross that bridge when they came to it.
“She needs our help,” he replied in a quieter voice.
Randolph lifted his head and glared at Daciana. “Might I remind you that she is a murderer? She killed my dad,” he retorted in an angry voice.
Dust tilted his head and l
