“That is why today’s exercise is so vital.”
Pivoting to face the shuttle, he signaled to the officer standing guard. The man nodded and entered the ship. A moment later, he and another officer emerged, leading a group of men bound by security cuffs. The procession moved toward the waiting drone ships.
“Those men,” said Bassa, “are prisoners slated for execution. One man will be placed in each drone ship, all of which have been programmed for battle.”
He placed his hands behind his back and stared at the young men. “This will be your ultimate test. Today, you will each destroy a live target.”
Beside him, Byron heard Trindel’s sharp intake of breath. Suppressing his own surprise, he kept his eyes on the senior officer.
“Now, to your ships!”
No one spoke as the men moved to their Cosbol
