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tactics. However, he was still hooked to the four pinchers. A grunt ripped from his throat as he finished his roll. The force of his fall and roll had pulled the pinchers loose, and he clutched his groin.
    “Hey ho, troopers and wannabes!” Wisetech’s electronically injected voice sounded in the chamber with a booming quality and too much bass. The sound bounced around the alloy walls, while Bran chomped down on the severe pain racking him, eating it back into his gut. “We got Grubbies massing for one counter attack,” Wisetech announced. “Only ten of the slugs down the hall, five clicks. The rest are scattering.”
    With the end of Wisetech’s report, Bran went into action. He flipped in a tight leap onto his feet, faster than Cobalt expected. Because then he had Cobalt by his balls, and he squeezed them with a savage grip through Cobalt’s skintight spandex pants—using his wide hand, which was capable of killing in seconds.
    “Balls! Sh-shit!” Cobalt roared, just as Bran snatched the tack-pistol from Cobalt’s holster-grip, then shoved Cobalt into the metal wall, where he released him.
    “Get to work!” Bran ordered, glaring at Cobalt’s sneer.
    “Sure thing, commander.” Cobalt slid his glacier-blue eyes to the side with scorn, and then he spat on the metal flooring, before he sprinted out of the chamber with the rest of the team following him.
    Bran quickly used the tack-pistol’s laser on the pain-collar mechanism. He was grateful a second later when the metal collar snapped open. He tore it off, and then threw it aside with disgust. Now he didn’t have to laser-cut the collar later and sear his skin in the process.
    Still staying back, Bran grabbed Wisetech’s one real arm and held him back. He saw the recruit named Cookie had joined the group, moving from where he’d been keeping watch in the outer chamber.
    “Other prisoners?” Bran asked Wisetech, as they moved forward.
    “Negative.” Wisetech slid his onyx gaze sideways and caught Bran’s eyes. “But I did pick up three heartbeats when I did the first scan from onboard the Skitter ship. Now, nothing.”
    A snapping sound cracked ahead of them. Immediately, both men lowered to a crouch, but they continued to move forward.
    “Woman or man?” Bran asked.
    He ignored his nakedness, but at least his groin had stopped shooting fire from the pulled pinchers.
    “Weird ones,” Wisetech said. They both moved to slap the wall with their backs, and then they watched Jammer, Cookie, Lee, and Cobalt continue to engage the Grubs ahead with rapid fire. “One woman, sure. And then you, but the other was weird. But human,” Wisetech finished.
    Bran kept an eye on the corridor behind them, easily letting the team ahead of them take care of the Grubs in their way.
    “You said the Grubs were scattering? Are they taking ships?” Bran asked.
    “Yup.” Wisetech chuckled.
    “How many?”
    Bran watched Wisetech with only half his attention, as he kept their rear covered, and Wisetech pulled down his chest aero-com panel. Wisetech used one hand to access his link to their Skitter ship. “Um, appears … two’s all. One’s shielded, though.”
    “Where?” Bran snapped, and it looked as if he’d surprised Wisetech with his intensity.
    “Ah”—Wisetech pointed behind them—“two corridors, then all the way to the end.” Bran shoved away from the wall. “But hey, boss man, whatcha—”
    Bran interrupted Wisetech’s yammering with a sharp command over his shoulder. “Wait fifteen, then skitter-split, old man.”
    “Aye, aye, boss man!” Wisetech shouted.
    But Bran had already turned the corner, and then he began to sprint.

Chapter Three
    B ran killed five Grubs aboard their Wald-ship, before the sixth screeched out the location of Starling, and then the alien ran. Saving ammo, Bran let him go, and then pulled open the hatch to what he would consider the Wald-ship’s cargo hold.
    He reconnoitered the entrance, and then moved halfway into