CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
A young STCT officer greeted her at the base of the Blackflame’s ramp. “This hoverjeep will take us to the frontline.” He looked like every other soldier she could see standing guard at the doors, vehicles, and around Marn’s primary landing dock. Bright eyes, clean-shaven face, crisp military salute and all. “Agent Delle, I am to brief you on the situation at the dam.”
“Situation?” Toni slid into the vehicle and the STCT driver took off at top speed. She grabbed onto the rear seat with her bad hand, sending a shock of pain up her arm. Though her injury had been treated by the medics on Midock, the recently reknitted bones were exceedingly tender. She carried the precious vial Telksh had handed her strapped to her side, secure beneath the sling keeping her injured arm
