Chapter 37

"Where are the rest of the blasters?" Annika said, sidestepping the bodies.

She made eye contact with each of the triplets.

"In a safe," Anya recalled. "We distracted the guard and took these ones."

"It's probably locked by now," Skyla retorted. "It's in a white room."

"We can take you there," Rhea asserted.

Relda sniffed the air. The gap between Dialorian invasions had stretched on, and it had reached the point it felt eerie.

"Thank you, Triune," she uttered.

Not too far in the distance, the control center buzzed with activity. They paced. Indeterminate conversations filled the center.

"Show us the way," Relda instructed her granddaughters.

Anya tugged on a leg of Annika's jumpsuit.

"Do you want to use mine?" She offered.

Annika clasped the blaster and tucked it under her armpit.

"Let's go," Relda urged.

Annika peered into the chaos, examining each gap.

"Where is the one they took?" She demanded.

"You mean Kylen?" Rhea questioned.