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 ech

er 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