7
“My good people, do you seriously think I had something to do with Tavin Miloschenko’s disappearance?” Florian asked.
Thick handcuffs bound his wrists.
All across the reddened airlock of the Zachary cruiser, Zachary soldiers in sleek white armor with neon green lines surrounded him. Their helmets, which had glowing pinpoints of light above the forehead, looked like sinister insects. Their eyes were shaded with orange visors, and they frowned as they aimed their guns at him.
The air was thick with a metallic smell and exhaust from the ship’s engine.
The airlock was clean, with glowing lines in the floor that illuminated a walkway that led to the interior of the ship.
A woman with long auburn hair stepped forward. She had dark brown eyes and an athletic build despite the thick battle
