“Yeah, no shite. But who are you ?”
“My name is Anders,” he replied.
Kira groaned. “No, who do you work for? Mysaran military, merc…”
She couldn’t form a direct link in his mind due to the full helmet on her
armor, but she sent out a subtle telepathic prompt to facilitate his response.
Anders swallowed. “We’re mercs, but my unit is Mysaran ex-military.
We’ve been stationed in a moon base for three years—get a call out on ops
now and then, like today.”
“Always for MTech?”
“Recently, yes, but there have been others. I don’t remember the names.”
His tone indicated he was speaking the truth, so Kira released her hold on
him and removed the pistol from his face.
“Time for a new career,” Kira told him.
Twelve Guard soldiers were working their way through the mercs,
applying stasis cuffs that would anchor them to the ground, with their hands
and feet tethered behind their backs. It would be uncomfortable with bullet