Grasping at straws, Barak said, “Then we can use her as leverage to secure a 4D-ship.”
Elyon replied, “No, we don’t need to do that.” He snatched the charged-particle g*n from Barak’s hand, flipped the weapon setting from stun to kill and raised it toward Melanka’s head. A sneer flickered across his face as he said, “This self-righteous b***h has been a pain in my a*s for long enough.”
Realizing just how malevolently narcissistic Elyon truly was, Melanka’s eyes shot wide open. Her terror lasted only an instant. Elyon discharged the weapon directly into her forehead. She melted into a lifeless heap on the metal floor.
The destruction of the Port Authority’s docking facility had been so loud and shocking the Oprit-Robia fighters had needed no other distraction to cover their withdrawal. C
