Chapter Nineteen
Ragnarok rocketed into a nosedive. Sam and Joel were both knocked off their feet as Cody instinctively moved into evasive maneuvers.
“They’ve still got lock,” Reggie yelled.
“Working on it,” Cody said, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the yoke. With a subtle twist of his wrist, Cody turned Ragnarok forty-five degrees to port. Despite the intensity of the turn, the attacking ship maintained its lock.
The warning alarm on the monitor exploded into a bright red flash, casting the entire bridge in a crimson light.
“Missile launch!” Reggie yelled.
Cody didn’t respond. Not to Reggie, anyway. He responded to the missiles like they had personalities, like their attack against the team was personal, not like they were inanimate objects sent after them with the press o
