Rachel laughed, her brown eyes sparkling, which helped cool some of my temper. If anyone knew what hell I was going through at the moment, it had to be her. “They do tend to be a little over-protective.”
I wasn’t one to mince words, not when it came to work. “I need armor and a gun.”
The humor in her gaze faded quickly and she studied me with a somber expression. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Has anything like this—the missing warriors—happened on The Colony before? How many of these guys are skilled investigators? I know they all fought in the war, but killing bad guys and talking to them are two very different skill sets.”
She paced from the door to the tiny table in the makeshift eating area. The place was set up like an efficiency apartment back on Earth, a barely-there kitch
