“You will come with us,” the Integration Unit said, his voice monotone and robotic. I glanced at him, then Perro. I thought of the Lieutenant as he’d been before the Hive got to him. Again. When I looked at him, I could think of little else.
Just a few days ago he’d been sitting across from Hunt, miserable, just like every new arrival to The Colony. He didn’t deserve this. He’d fought in the war, survived capture, made it to the promised safety of The Colony—and the Hive had found him here just days later. He’d been a loyal warrior and I was angry for the Prillon he’d been, even more disgusted that this had happened to him here on the supposedly safe planet, right under our noses.
Hunt glanced at me, then went to stand beside the Hive unit. He didn’t have to say anything. I felt it all.
