Bastien shot the body three more times.
Dancer arched a brow at his actions.
Shrugging, Bastien holstered his weapon. “He deserved worse.”
“Spend a lot of time in the sun, do you?”
More than he could imagine. Bastien laughed as Dancer went inside the skimmer to see if there was anything he could use to get away from any others who might come for him.
Or better yet, if they could fly it out themselves.
Unfortunately, it was low on fuel. And as he’d suspected, it was a preprogrammed skimmer used to take the assassins to and from their outer atmosphere spaceship. Which meant there were more of them waiting for this group to return.
Great. Just great. Leave it to a Hauk to rain down assassins on the head of his Ravin ass.
Bastien barely bit back a groan at this new nightmare.Out of the frying pan and into the fryer…
An alarm sounded.
“What’d you do?” Bastien asked sardonically.
Sighing, Dancer shot the control panel that housed the signal. It went instantly silent. “Must have been wired to the mission leader’s vitals. It’s an alarm to the mother ship notifying the others that they’re dead.”
Fected awesome… Bastien glared at the sky, expecting the enemy to start dropping in any second, given his luck. “How many you think are up there?”
“Don’t know. But they’re down twenty-nine men.”
“Survivors will be glad they don’t have to split that wide a cut.”
Dancer grunted. “Boldorians won’t care about that. It’s now an honor quest for them to come get me. With reinforcements.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “You scared yet?”
Bastien let out a false laugh. “I’m hunted by League assassins for fun and promotion, and you think these backwater pussies scare me? Really?”
Dancer clapped him on the back as a sign of brotherhood. “When we get that chip out of you, if you need a place, The Sentella’s always looking for good people.”
Yeah, but that wasn’t him. “I have some long-overdue payback to shove up someone’s ass first. After that? I just might accept your offer.”
Dancer confiscated arms, ammunition, and a radio before pulling back. He paused long enough to check the tracking device’s broadcast frequency.
“What are you doing?” Bastien asked with a frown.
“Reprogramming this to their frequency. They land, talk to each other, and I can peg them as fast as they peg me.”
Impressive, but he should expect no less from a Hauk. “YouareFain’s brother.”
“Taught him everything he knows.”
Bastien arched a disbelieving brow.
Dancer grinned. “About electronics. He taught me fighting… usually by sitting on my ass until I got big enough to make it hurt when he tried.”
Like him and Quin… and Lil. Honestly? He’d have fought Quin twice before ever tangling once with his sister. She hit three times as hard and was four times meaner.
“Ah.” Bastien grabbed food and water. “So what’s the plan now?”
