Chapter Eight
Sector 12 Transgalactic Station
The ShimVens poured into the machine shop on sublevel six like a hole had been punched in a dam. Joel unleashed a wave of fire that dropped dozens of them at a time, turning them to nothing but charred husks. The attack didn’t slow, though. The bugs just crawled over their dead brothers and sisters, caring nothing for them as they sought out their meal.
The wave pushed Joel back from his position in the center of the room, but he’d planned for that. Classic tactic: don’t set up in your final position right off the bat—leave yourself a place to make your last stand. He inched back toward that position, never letting off the trigger. Bugs fell like shooting stars from the air vents, crumbling in flaming masses as they charged from the entrance
