Warning

RIKA

Rika had a get an arm free. Had to—

Suddenly a communicator in the dashboard of the car crackled to life. "Command, we have confirmed natives on the radar. Something's interfering and they aren't as clear as we'd like. But there's a dozen identified so far, waiting for ambush."

Jared swore.

It was instinct. Jared's grip on her arms loosened as he was distracted, and Rika didn't even think. She tipped forward, pulling out of his grip and letting her full weight drop to the ground, yanking him off balance in the same moment she reached under the cot.

But just as her hand landed on the device, a cold gun barrel pressed into her temple.

Rika froze.