14
Ronan
The countdown in the corner of my visor fed adrenaline to every muscle in my body as I jumped and clawed my way up out of the crater of the Hive ship. Twenty-seven seconds until I was incinerated.
At least it would be quick.
Flying in, the depth had not seemed too great. Crawling out, and in a space suit? Every foot felt like fifty as I worked my way up the wall.
The toe picks in my suit kept me from falling, but there was almost nothing to hold onto, and I did not want to use my rocket pack, not with the Hive ship patrolling directly over my head. Being shot with an ion blast from a Hive fighter was not preferable to being incinerated by a bomb blast. Dead was dead. At least with the bomb, I’d take the Hive ship, or most of it, with me. If they saw me, they might figure out
