Her world had become a nightmare and Lizzie was a popsicle.
Jac curled up in a ball at the back of the airplane, huddled up next to the blue tube around her charge, trying to stay as small as possible as bolts of light zipped through the air. They snuck their way through the ever-closing gap of the ramp, slamming into the metal wall by her head.
She squeaked and tried to make herself even smaller. She’d seen what damage those things could do. They might look pretty, but they put normal bullets to shame, ripping through furniture and walls like they weren’t even there. She didn’t want to think what they’d do to the human body.
Instead, she focused on Rynn. He lay on his back on the ramp as it was closing, firing the biggest gun she’d ever seen. He looked nothing like the doctor he’d clai
