Siege on Star Cruise 239 (Max Mars Book 5) by Ellis Tripp

Author:Ellis, Tripp [Ellis, Tripp]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Published: 2018-01-07T16:00:00+00:00

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Across the ship, Max watched from a viewport on A deck. Her anxious eyes focused on the StarKnight. "Come on, come on, come on! What are you waiting for?" She lifted up on her toes, bouncing slightly in anticipation. Her face crinkled as the StarKnight banked around, then vanished into quantum space, leaving a ripple in its wake.

Max clenched her jaw. "What the fuck?"

She didn't have much time to gripe about the turn of events—a flurry of bullets streaked down the corridor toward her. They sparked off the bulkhead, ricocheting down the hallway. As Max dashed to the safety of a nearby corridor, she glimpsed back at Rex at the end of the hallway. The staccato flashes of muzzle fire illuminating the corridor.

Max plowed down the hallway and took a right at the next junction. She weaved her way through the corridors, finally ducking into the casino.

She raced past slot machines taking cover underneath the blackjack table. The room was empty, but the machines were still making noises, trying to attract customers. Displays flashed and buzzers rang.

Max streaked past slot machines, roulette wheels, and craps tables, finally taking cover underneath a blackjack table. In the midst of the chaos of the takeover, passengers had left their cards and chips on the tables. There were millions of credits on tabletops just for the taking.

Max could hear her pulse throbbing in her ears. She crouched down, peering through the legs of the table toward the entrance. No one entered the room for several moments, and Max began to think she had eluded her stalker. But a moment later she saw Rex's feet as he cautiously edged inside the compartment. He scoured the rows of slot machines, weapon in the firing position, his finger tight around the trigger.

Max reached a delicate hand atop the blackjack table and grabbed a handful of chips. She brought them down and glanced at them. Just a few chips worth 1 million credits each. All this money on the tables, and the terrorists didn't seem concerned with it in the least. They must've been after something much bigger, she thought.

Max could see Rex drawing near. She carefully lobbed a chip across the compartment. The slim disc clanked against the slot machines. Max watched Rex's feet snap in the direction of the sound. He advanced, passing the blackjack table, failing to notice Max.

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