Seven
I’m the kind of person that runs in to help. When work needs doing, I leap into the task at hand. I dash towards mysterious shouts and screams. I enjoy relaxing and playing as much as anyone, but I can’t sit in the comfy chair and watch Voidlost or Unsurvivable while people fight for their lives.
Even if the “people” are aliens crafted to resemble humans.
The hovercraft’s buzz had sunk into my bones. My teeth weren’t going to rattle loose any longer; they seemed to have merged with the vibration, along with my bones and brain and flesh. The spray on my helmet had achieved balance, slipping away as fast as it accumulated.
Below me, a lone jerk alien had hijacked the raft and was running for the freedom of the open seas.
I reminded myself of my last assignment. I didn’t need anoth
