Chapter 108

Chapter One Hundred Eight

Deep indigo clouds stretched across the horizon, dark against the crimson sky. For Connor, that meant one thing: They didn’t have a lot of time.

He slammed the Badger’s sliding door shut and ran the last of the tool kits up the ramp leading into the archaeologists’s ship, dropping the bags onto the deck with a muted metallic clang.

One upside to the sun setting was that it had mercifully already started too cool. The ship interior still reeked of the planet’s thick air, but it would’ve been worse at midday.

Maintenance lights glowed at the center of the hold, reflecting dully off the gray walls.

The Moon twins had a pair of lights pointed at the airlock door as Connor shut it. They would turn those lights on once it turned dark outside. Piled next to those lights were small, improvised grenades.

Although the fragments were plastic and light metal, Connor hoped he was right about the scorpions not being able to penetrate the airlock.