Meanwhile, Gerard, Masq, Pyrite, and Ox, carrying Fishmonger, slipped through the airlock and made their way toward the bridge. The hallways seemed empty, almost inviting. As they reached the bridge door they heard a commotion from behind. A battered and burned Cy was running full-tilt toward them with a gang of twenty or so Ftharan mercenaries in pursuit.
Gerard sighed. “Light them up, Pyrite.”
“Including ‘the Hero’?”
Pyrite, free of the asbestos gloves, juggled flames around his fingers … Read More