Chapter Forty-One
Cherry thought she was dreaming. One of the largest Scythian ships was a ball of pale blue fire. What had happened? All the missiles had been launched, and even a direct hit from several pulse emitters should not have been able to take out one of the huge spiked ships.
“Did you see that?” Costello asked. “What was it?”
“I didn’t,” Cherry replied. “I was looking at another screen for a moment.” Minotaur was rubble, and they had just lost Medusa too. Her mountaintop site was now a massive, smoking crater. The Scythians were continuing to try to pound the colony into dust despite the fact they had already ensured its eventual destruction with their biocide.
“The biggest pulse I ever saw arrived from out of nowhere and hit the Scythian ship.”
“From out of nowhere?” Cherr
