Rynan whistled. “Well done, bro. Look at you, upstanding savior of the galaxy.”
Justyn said a pithy word that had his brother laughing. “We’re on our way back.”
“Okay, see you when—” Rynan broke off with a curse.
“Ry?”
“Fuck. Justyn, five starships just uncloaked between the wreck and theNomad.”
Justyn caught Nissa’s gaze.
The sound of laser fire reached them and the wreck shuddered.
Ah, fuck.“Ry?”
“Justyn, we’re engaging…” static broke across the comm line “…to theNomad.”
The connection went dead.
“Ry?Nomad, do you copy? Dammit!” Justyn slammed a hand against the wall.
“Come on. We have to go.” She pushed forward.
“Nissa, we can’t risk going out there on the skimmers. There are five unfriendlies between us and theNomad. We both know it’s Gunn.”
She held up her Sync. “We have nineteen and a half minutes to get back to theSky Nomad, or the radiation will kill us anyway.”
Shit. Justyn mentally screamed every curse word he’d ever learned. The odds of getting out of here alive were looking slimmer with each passing moment.
They continued down the corridor and had almost reached the skimmers, when a light at the other end of the corridor caught his attention. He grabbed Nissa’s arm to halt her.
A team of four people wearing black spacesuits, lights mounted on their helmets, rounded the corner.
“Move!” Justyn gave a huge push off the wall with his foot and propelled both of them toward the bay with their skimmers.
Laser fire lit up the dark corridor, hitting the wall beside them. He simply focused on reaching the door. Beside him, Nissa was calm and focused. God, he loved the woman.
They made it back to the skimmers. Through the tear in the ship, he could see blue laser fire lighting up the sky above the moon.
They started the skimmers and disengaged the magna-brakes. As they maneuvered out of the ship, he saw the first black-suited figure reach the doorway.
“Go! Go!” he shouted.
They shot through the gap and pointed the skimmers upward.
Ah, shit. A large cuttership sat directly between them and theNomad. Four smaller ships were angled around the cutter, also firing at theNomad.
Justyn wasn’t worried about his brothers. Rynan had put in a shield system on theNomadthat could withstand just about anything, and his brother’s talents with weapons were even better.
At that moment, one of the smaller ships exploded.
“Nice work, Ry,” Justyn said.
There was still no response from theNomad.
“We should angle to the left, around the farthest ship,” Nissa said. “If we get too close though, we might get hit by the laser fire.”
He looked back at her. She was focused on the space battle raging ahead of them, her hands easy on the skimmer controls. That was his girl: cool under fire, molten under his hands. “Agreed.”
