Chapter Twenty
Sonic Shuttle
Second job, same as the first. Clear a space station of an infestation. It would be a three-hour trip to the Ludite Space Station, so the crew took the chance to get acquainted with the new gear. Sam couldn’t take her eyes or hands off her sword. She converted the loading bay into a practice range, hacking the hell out of stacks of crates she used to simulate her enemies.
Reggie took the pulse Gatling gun. He was probably the only one strong enough to use it. It wasn’t terribly bulky, and it fit comfortably on his back, but it was heavy as hell. The gun housed its own miniature pulse engine. He practiced moving with it—running, climbing, going from a defensive to offensive position—but he didn’t dare fire it inside Sonic since he couldn’t risk harming the ol
