Sparks erupted from the work stations on the bridge as explosions around the Phobos shook the entire vessel.
“Sir, the battle cruisers have opened fire on us. We have several hull breaches from missiles and we are venting the atmosphere,” Ops said.
Jericho turned to look at Pryde, “This will not help you know. I attached the firing control to my bio chip. If I die, the detonation of those missiles is sealed—not even activating the abort protocol will stop it,” he said, a laugh booming from deep within him as his triumph felt good.
“If you want to stop those missiles, you can’t afford to kill me! How I love the irony,” he said, laughing around the words.
Pryde stared at him, his mind racing to find a solution to this new development. This definitely was a new wrinkle added to the proble
