Zero Recall by Sara King

Author:Sara King [King, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
Amazon: B00BXXTM9S
Publisher: Parasite Publications
Published: 2013-03-20T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 22: Flea Kicks Ass

All around them, the sounds of the shuttle’s engines roared as it broke into Neskfaat’s atmosphere.

In one corner of the shuttle, the Jreet and the Baga were throwing dice and taunting each other. The Ooreiki was watching closely, his lower body pooled into a blob of what looked like biosuit-coated blubber. Jer’ait was staring across the room at the far wall, saying nothing. Scarab, alone in his corner, awaited the next mission in silence.

Watching him stare straight ahead, black eyes utterly emotionless, Joe wondered if the Grekkon even cared about what the others in the shuttle were doing. Scarab looked like a statue of a colossal, mutated Earth insect, and his constant, mute silence wasn’t doing much to dispel the image.

That morning, Headquarters had delivered the orders for every soldier of the first wave to return to the tunnels. Six days early. Their excuse was that they were investigating reports of a leak within the command, but everyone knew that it was because Daviin and the Welu heir had almost killed each other.

Congress was putting them back to work as quickly as possible, as many times as possible, before the inter-species groups disintegrated.

They’d already been written off as losses.

At this point, Joe and everyone else waiting in the exit bay already had their final messages recorded and ready to go. Their barracks room was spotless, their belongings packed neatly at the foot of their beds, their wills copied and laid out on the center of their beds to expedite the cleanup process.

Though Headquarters hadn’t had the balls to say it, Joe had the feeling that none of the survivors of the first wave were leaving in anything other than bodybags. They’d already beaten the odds by taking out a prince, so as far as Congress was concerned, any Dhasha they killed from here on out was merely a bonus. They’d never join the second, larger wave of attackers because they would be dead long before PlanOps assembled for the next attack.

To make things worse, all of Joe’s suspicions had been thoughtfully confirmed by the Baga. Flea had eavesdropped on the Overseers for three days, trying to determine which of them was responsible for the leak. He’d found nothing, aside from the fact that anything Joe’s team did from here on was simply going to be a statistic for some Bajna number-cruncher.

There would be no survivors of the first wave. They would send them back again and again until they were all dead or the second wave was ready for its attack.

None of them had any delusions about surviving that long.

“Well,” Galek said, rising from the pool of flesh beside Flea and Daviin, “At least whoever kills the next prince is getting a kasja. About time. They should give one to Jer’ait for the first prince.”

“What would you do with a kasja if you got one, Galek?” Jer’ait asked.

“Wear it,” Galek said, with a look that suggested the Huouyt had asked the stupidest question in the world.

“He’s talking about the money,” Joe said.

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