Chapter 131

Chapter One Hundred Thirty-One

Combat had a way of rising from nothing to a moment of tension with everything on the line, then in an instant flipping into devastating chaos. For Connor, that chaos was inevitably marked by screaming more than gunfire.

Screaming was the sound of someone horribly wounded.

Screaming was the opening to goodbye.

He knelt beside the Moon twins, medical packs unzipped, gauze and pressure packs torn open. While Elise held their bloody hands, Connor had gotten them out of their chest plates with Mosiah’s help.

But the effort was pointless.

The clones shivered—the air cold once more now that Selen was gone. But sweat poured down their faces, mixing with tears.

They gasped and wheezed fighting for life.

And blood was everywhere, mixing with the pus oozing from the necrotized wounds caused by the tentacle monster attacks. The fluids mixed, creating a nauseating fetor that made Connor shudder.