Chapter Twenty-Four
Blood splattered on Reggie’s face. He didn’t know if it was his or not. He didn’t have time to think about it. He didn’t have time to care, to mentally scan his body to see if he’d been dealt a fatal blow, if he was bleeding out, if his intestines were dangling out his front side.
They weren’t. His intestines were fine. The blood wasn’t even his; it spewed out of the crushed face of the Rapoo that had lunged at him from the roof of a single pilot shuttle parked next to Ragnarok. Reggie pulled his diamond knuckles back with a wet, slick sound. The Rapoo’s face was mush.
The team got flanked by a pack of Rapoo as soon as their feet hit the hangar bay deck. Sam sliced one in half. Cody got off two shots from his scatterblaster before he was overrun. Joel holstered his p
