Arkan knelt beside her, his heart sinking. The chip. Riley’s last hope. Lost. "Who took them, Maya? Where did they go?"
Maya coughed, a ragged sound that tore at Arkan's insides. "The ship… the black ship… they took her to the ship." She winced in pain. "They… they injected me with something… I think… I think it’s a tracker…" Her eyes fluttered closed, her breathing growing shallower.
Arkan felt a surge of pure, unadulterated rage. They had taken his friends. They had stolen the only chance they had to expose the truth. And they had left Maya for dead, marked like an animal.
"We're getting them back, Maya," Arkan vowed, his voice tight with emotion. "We're getting that chip back. And we're making them pay."
He looked at Zara, his eyes blazing. "We go after them. Now. We take that ship.
