vessel, a sharp, highly localized gale whipped through the sea
of him, riding the tail of his A-cla
make me look at you?" Bishop sneered,
ling his clothes, feeling nothing but a profound sense of exasperation. Really? Wasting hig
etic attacks on Cristofer... you have crossed the line," Bisho
inished barking? Move. You're blocking the bo
iolet. His hand shot out like an iron cl
an inch to the right. Bishop's fingers grasped nothing but empty air. In the same breat
surge of absolute-zero energy pierced through Bishop's
n shock. An F-class reject had just effortlessly parr
omeone dealing with a particularly slow toddler. He twisted the wrist outward until the jo
atched the exchange, his
an. "He's not just useless, he's a lunatic provoking a Va
islike for Kieran settling int
t heaved as he stared at his o
enched teeth, trying to salvage his pride. "Do you have any idea
is initial amusement officiall
lic statement to the press is just cheap PR, Bishop. Until the official registry i
deadpan. "The absolute second this expedition concludes, I am filin
e body went co
op snarled, the sound echer was the ultimate social disgrace-a permanent, humiliating stain t
The idea of keeping my name tied to a worthless piece of
t into the officer's chest. The sheer, unyielding physical force behind the
rching toward the economy cabin
soriented and violently frustrated. With a sudden roar of rage, he drove his fist into the reinf
the Northstar Cruiser, Kieran foun
looking at Kieran as if he were sittin
mystic diagrams in his mind, searching for the fastest way to
he aisle and deliberately kicked the back of Kiera
rong urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. Seat-
to open his eyes, Kieran kept his breathing steady, treating the
ade's jaw tightened, and he stalked off to
a deep, vibrating hum, hurling the massive transport s
e holographic mission brief
ords Target: Class-4 Hunting Zone, Planet Xylos, the
ent. A high-threat death zone. Maybe the monsters there
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