Cassi had one hand on her holstered gun, her face grim as she studied him. “You’re talking about going up against heavily-armed soldiers,” she said. “And none of you have any weapons.”
“I don’t care!”
Raising her hands to silence both of them, Keli glanced from one to the other. “How many are there?” she asked.
“Two dozen, maybe three,” Cassi replied. “They’re bottlenecked just outside the SlipGate Chamber. Harry and his team seem to be handling them from the other side. But they won’t last long!”
“Then we fight,” the man said. “I’ll kill them with my bare hands if I have to.”
“Who in bleakness do you think you are?” Cassi demanded.
The man thumped his chest and snarled at her. “Who am I?” he spat. “I am Brel Torvin. Do not forget it.”
“Perhaps we could put aside the unfocused aggre
