What the actual f**k?
What the actual f**k?The first hint Cael had that something was wrong was Lyon’s furious bellow over the general comm. She winced, the sound causing an instant headache, and went to cover her ears. It didn’t help. The “sound” wasn’t a sound at all, but had been picked up directly by her onboard right into her brain.
“What the f**k?” Archon turned in his chair on the opposite side of the room, frowning.
Since they’d become a… throuple?… the boys had set themselves up in the corner of her office. They hadn’t asked, but she didn’t mind, even if it did take her mind off her work sometimes. Especially since Eoin stripped his shirt off at any available opportunity.
A crash and gunfire from somewhere nearby answered their question, and all three of them dropped what they
