Summon the Thunder

Evidently, Broon lacked similar comprehension of the situation.

Turning to where Armnoj sat at the table fiddling with his still-closed briefcase, the pirate smacked the Zakdorn across the back of the head. “Why isn’t that thing open yet?”

Armnoj reached up to rub where he had been struck. “It takes time to disengage the security measures protecting the contents,” he said, his voice even more high-pitched and nasally than usual. “Do you want me to destroy everything because you rushed me?”

Looking to Pe

“The thought crossed our minds,” Pe

A yell of pain caught his attention and Pe

They’re going to kill him, and even if they don’t, we’re both dead anyway.

Looking about the cargo room, a different and much cleaner one than where he, Qui

His gaze wandered to the airlock—and fixed upon the control panel mounted to the bulkhead next to it. In that instant Pe

If I’m going out, I’m taking these bastards with me.

Lunging forward, Pe

“What the hell?” Broon turned, his eyes wide even as one beefy hand reached beneath his coat for the disruptor strapped to his hip. Imagining the crosshairs on his back, Pe

Here’s hoping I didn’t just open the bloody door!

Other reactions quickly followed as the men thrashing Qui

Orange energy whined past his ear and Pe

The control panel erupted in a wash of sparks and small flames, followed immediately by a shrieking alarm begi

Thankfully, Pe

“You fool!” Pe

Suppose that means my guess was right,Pe

From the corner of his eye Pe

“Tim!” Pe

Understanding what the other man meant—at least, he hoped he did—Pe

And what if more of his men comethrough the door?

A disruptor bolt chewing into the side of the cargo container behind which he was crouching pushed away the unhelpful thought. Ducking to his left, Pe

“Qui

Sensing his breaths coming with more difficulty now that the balance of the oxygen had been released from the room, Pe