Drake watched quietly as the hellship was ripped apart by explosions. The troopers had done their job well. There would be no fragments remaining, just a fine field of debris. As the last of the explosions faded he breathed a deep sigh.
Alpha leader’s estimate had turned out to be overly optimistic if anything. They pulled barely two hundred people off the ship and more than eighty percent were completely comatose.
The rest looked stunned and shell shocked. Drake wasn’t certain any of them would recover from their trauma but his crew had experience trying to guide people through those first few hours after being freed from a hellship. If anyone could help them it was the crew of the Dagger.
“Captain,” said Dalesh. “The Admiral is calling for you.”
Drake held a sigh inside, close
