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Styx
The moment the twisting pain of transport loosened its grip on me, I spun, blades out. Ready. I had no intention of using ion blasters. I wanted my enemies to look into my eyes when I gutted them.
The cargo ship was large for a vessel of this type. And the traitor told us to expect a crew of close to fifty with twice that many prisoners and several bays full of stolen weapons, medical supplies, and almost a thousand mobile transport tags used by the medical teams to evacuate the wounded.
They were worth more on the black market than everything else combined—including the ship itself.
Apparently, Kronos legion had been busy raiding, stealing, looting. Harper’s team was one of many that had been attacked. The Intelligence Core wanted some of them alive. I grimaced at that, the w
