Chapter Nineteen
Ristéard glanced down at the scanner in his hand. He turned as Sadao moved down the rocky surface toward him. The grim look on Sadao’s face told him that the scanners weren’t wrong, they were about to have company.
He glanced up at the sky. Already, the horizon to the east showed the early morning light on it. His lips tightened into a line of frustration as he counted the number of heat images on the screen.
“Twenty-five,” Sadao confirmed, sliding on the slippery surface and kneeling on one knee beside him. “I can lead them away while you get the others to safety.”
Ristéard shook his head. “They have spread out, I counted another ten images coming up from different angles.” Touching the comlink attached to his ear, he waited for Ajaska to answer. “Wake Walter, Nema, a
