Chapter 18
Flak glanced nervously at captain Wyatt. The plan had seemed foolproof… grab the Imperials then negotiate a way for the Death Rattle to get to safety. The other ships too, if possible, but that wasn’t a priority.
Instead the Imperial captain had delivered a warning that he would be happy for the two prisoners to die if the Death Rattle went with them. Then he’d cut the call off, before captain Wyatt had a chance to speak properly.
Wyatt swung round, eyes burning. Flak shrank back a little, keeping his g*n trained on the prisoners. Wyatt stepped forward, growling as he came, then slammed his fist into one prisoner’s face, sending him crashing to the ground.
“Take them to the Hole,” Wyatt ordered. “Secure them there. Flak, I want you to spend some time with them. Softe
