Chapter 18Another blast made Sela duck, cursing, pinned down, sparks flying over her head. Stupid of her. Idiotic not to realise Marshall would go mental. They should have been satisfied with the plans; she should have implied the blueprints were all they came for. Besides, only the prototype existed, judging by the seized reports; the weapon not yet ready for a host.
After leaving the science station without incident, she should have counted their luck as not worth pushing. Back with the others, a quick scan of the files, filched by her and Axel’s joint expertise, revealed a cryptic message only understandable by Sela. Though hard to explain, without the data it was impossible to tell if stealing the device was an option. She knew this installation well—too well—some areas suicide to bre
