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“Listen, I have enough crip going on in my ship at the moment transferring the prisoner back to Earth,” she said, raising her eyebrow in my direction. “I don’t need any more.”

“No trouble here,” I said.

“Really?” she answered. “There’s nothing but
trouble on Earth or haven’t you heard?”

“I’m just on a business trip,” I said, only half
lying. “I’ve got no desire to cross the Galactic
Government.”

“Good,” she said, motioning me to the side so the other passengers could be checked in. “I know you. I’ve been to the Half
Moon a handful of times. I’ve seen you in action. You’re good—better than good. You know what you’re doing in a fight like I’ve never seen before.”

She let those words sink in. I knew what she was getting at. She knew I knew. Still, I wasn’t going to engage her in that line of thought.

We stared at each other for a moment. She wanted me to say something about my fighting ability. Instead, I extended a hand. “Daniel Hunt.”

“Captain Zoe Valentine,” she said, accepting the handshake. Her eyes told me she knew exactly what I was doing. That she was just going to let me get away with it.

“Well, Daniel Hunt, you can load up in the Fury.”

The captain pointed to a dropship on the far-left side of the docking yard. “We’ll be wheels up in twenty, just as soon as we get everyone boarded.”

“Thank you,” I said, taking my cue to go. I crossed the dockyard, where a half dozen dropships waited.

Dropships were not only the main means of transportation between Earth and the moon, but also the way the Galactic Government traveled around the moon itself.

In front of me, the four prats accompanying Aleron Jacobs to the dropship were just about to board via the open rear ramp of the Fury.

I was halfway to the ship when I heard the first sirens wail.

My senses went on high alert as more shouting filled the yard. I wheeled around. Instinct told me to reach for a weapon that was no longer at the small of my back.

A rust-bucket of a hovercraft came into view loaded with individuals armed to the teeth. Weapons fired from the craft, painting those below in angry red bursts of fire.

Civilians ran screaming for cover. Prats attacked the hovering vehicle with their own burst of yellow weapons fire. I dove toward the dropship closest to me.

Twin heavy cannons on the assaulting hovercraft kept the prats under cover. Four ropes were thrown off the sides of the hovercraft. Masked individuals came
propelling down.

As all of this was taking place, I caught a motion to my right. Aleron Jacobs had seized the opportunity to battle against his praetorian captors. Even chained and outnumbered four to one, he was managing to give them hell.

The mountain of a man slammed his head into a prat’s helmet. Blood gushed down his face, but he succeeded in knocking the prat back. He used his shackled hands like a single club, striking out from side to side.

My heart picked up speed. The animal that lived inside me, that loved to fight, pulled at the end of his leash, ready to be let loose. Not just ready, begging to be let loose.

The four attackers propelling from the hovercraft were down now. They ran hunched toward Aleron while the hovercraft pinned the prats in the yard down with a steady stream of fire.

Are you going to just hide here like some kind of victim? I asked myself. Is this who you are?

The truth, of course, was I really had no idea who I was. One thing I knew was who I wasn’t. I wasn’t the guy who hid when danger erupted. I was the danger.