Kaal jerked his chin. ‘Naam. You?’
‘No rest for the weary.’
They still hadn’t taken to their beds since the wedding; they had work to do.
The stealthed Signet Corvette’s engine slowed as it reached the rendezvous point.
Miral’s dulcet tone sounded over neural comms. ‘I’ve narrowed down the heat signatures to a large rock with what appears to be a hollow center.’
Beside Mak, Kaal twisted to Kelam, Asa, and Melashan, three of the best Sauvage strong men, in the back seats. ‘Suit up.’
Below the debris of rocks and slowly rotating boulders was their mark, hiding in the chaos of twisting space.
Thesachemhad come from within this detritus.
‘Ten minutes out,’ Kaal muttered, checking the dashboard and glancing at Mak.
‘Make sure everyone knows the plan. We get in, we get out, no delays, no mistakes,’ Mak growled.
His brother gave a curt nod, speaking into his comm. ‘Eyes sharp, boys. We hit fast, take what’s ours, and we’re gone before the sun thinks about rising. I’m taking the lead, even though Mak would have it otherwise.’
Mak shrugged.
Fokk, he had a right to face whatever had decided to mar his wedding, him, and was insistent to see where thesesachem fokkerswere coming from.
The tension in the ship was thick, not with fear but with focused intensity. Every man here knew his role, his place. They’d done this before; this wasn’t just a raid. It was a message.
The airlock doors opened. They moved swiftly, exiting the gunship.
Kaal and Mak had Signet gear on, but they went without helmets, tapping into their spectral power as they stepped into the vacuum of space in near-perfect synchronization.
The rest of the Signet pack followed: Boaz, Zev, and Santi, from their respective ships.
They flew through the black, dipping and weaving around jagged boulders, the chilly asteroid atmosphere pressing against their suits.
Their mag boots landed with a whisper, locking into grav mode as they moved fast, the tension in the air palpable.
They reached a hidden opening, a fissure five men wide that seemed to go down into the hollow rock.
Mak’s voice cut through their neural link. ‘Eyes peeled. Weapons hot.’
The team braced itself for what lay ahead.
The entrance resembled a tunnel, old and warped.
They drew their firearms in synchronized precision.
Kaal jerked his chin at Asa. ‘Keep it clean. They won’t know what hit them.’
They kept a quick clip, moving fast and staying in the shadows.
Dressed head to toe in black, their movements were swift and purposeful.
The cold bite of the vacuum mixed with the quiet pulse of adrenaline surging through Mak.
Their armor shifted to a dull, inky hue to avoid reflecting the shimmering lights of the asteroid tunnel.
Mak’s lycan senses soon picked up breathable air as they shimmered through an energy barrier that Miral hacked.
