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Rachel drew close. “This is going to be bad, isn’t it?”
“Very bad.”
He watched Rachel take a deep breath. But with her wrecker gun in hand and without touching him, she began to form the shield. He could feel her power flow in his direction.
Probably because of the breh-hedden, desire for her rose in a swift stream as well. He leaned close and slid his arm beneath hers, grateful he was with her. Once he made contact, however, power erupted between them.
“Can you feel that?” she asked, turning slightly to meet his gaze.
“Yes. This is incomprehensible, the breh-hedden.”
“I know.”
He squeezed her arm. “And I didn’t do well after we made love and I’m sorry. It’s the old shit. I didn’t mean to be so cold.”
“And I know that as well.”
Luken appeared in the doorway, but called back over his shoulder. “They’re not in here. Or maybe Rachel’s shielding Duncan.”
Endelle’s voice rang out. “Don’t worry about them, just get your ass over here. Now. I hear rumbling.”
Luken whipped around and headed back into the Command Center.
Duncan took Rachel’s arm and followed after Luken. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I know. Please, don’t worry.”
“Too late for that.” He tried to suppress the feeling that the vision hadn’t told him everything, but couldn’t.
Once they reached the Command Center, Duncan expected Endelle to say something. Instead she met his gaze and nodded to him, a wrecker gun in hand. Clearly, she had nothing on her mind right now except preparing for battle. This wasn’t Endelle’s first engagement, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be her last.
The warriors that remained in the now otherwise empty rotunda were lined up in two arcs facing the large, open air balcony. Each arc was slanted off to the side of the opening. The arrangement appeared the same as it had in the vision and that helped Duncan to breathe a little easier.
A familiar rumbling sounded through the room along with a distant muffled explosion.
The wreckers were close.
Merl, no doubt leaning on past experience, counted down. “Five … four … three … two … one.”
The air exploded and wreckers began leaping into the space, initially firing at all the empty tables and monitors.
Duncan unloaded as did everyone else. Wreckers fell, but more poured in behind them, firing as they entered the space.
Luken moved fast and before the next wrecker could fire, he engaged mano-a-mano. Everyone else loaded and fired, loaded and fired.
Some of the wreckers stayed hidden inside the grid only to suddenly appear then discharge their weapons. Duncan felt shards of marble chewing up his legs which answered at least one question; he wasn’t protected behind the shield, just invisible.
Endelle shouted profanity as smoke filled the room. She waved her arm and the smoke dissipated. Great to have someone of power keeping the field clean.
When the wreckers disappeared and the grid grew quiet, Merl called out a warning that the retreat was a feint. More would come any second.
Merl directed everyone off to the sides again, out of the line of fire.
“Jeannie,” Endelle shouted. “Get rid of these corpses.”
Jeannie called out, “On three, cover your peepers. One … two … three.” Duncan closed his eyes for a moment as a flash of brilliant white light hit the room. And just like that, the bodies and debris vanished.
But a split-second later, the wreckers reappeared in the opening of the grid, firing all over again.
