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Fraggin’ hole. Their navigator cursed through the officer-transmission lines. I didn’t project there’d be a more exciting assignment available this soon.
You’ve been trapped by your own chaos. Drift laughed.
“This mission will be led by our second-in-command.” Captain granted Strike that honor.
“Thank you, Captain.” Exhilaration rushed through Strike’s circuits. He would be gathering intel that could protect every being in the cyborg sector.
This is the kind of high-profile assignment that results in a second-in-command receiving his own ship. Captain relayed that aside through a private transmission line.
I won’t let you down, Captain. Strike had 0.0000 doubt around that. He had never failed to complete an assignment.
I process you won’t. Captain’s tone held as much certainty. “You require a vessel.” He looked at his female. “A warship would be too noticeable.”
“Warships are created for war.” The Valkyrie agreed with him. “As are your kind. Beings will assume your second-in-command is there for a battle.”
“Utilize one of the modified freighters.” Captain chose the vessel Strike projected he’d select.
Freighters were common transport ships. Weapons had been added to the cyborg-piloted freighters. That firepower was hidden on the vessels’ frames. Other modifications included increases in top speeds and an expansion of their monitoring ranges.
“Stock it with any weapons and other supplies you require.” There was no need for Captain to state specifics. It wasn’t Strike’s first mission. “Leave as soon as you’re able.”
Strike stood. “I’ll depart within the shift, Captain.”
“If you were going into battle, I’d tell you to fight hard, warrior.” The Valkyrie smiled at him.
“Fight only when necessary.” Captain cautioned him.
That was unnecessary information. He had heard Power’s instructions. “I’ll be covert.”
You’re a lucky bag of bolts. Grid’s transmission was edged with envy.
I could die. Strike was aware of the risks. If he was discovered by an enemy, his lifespan could end.
Assuming he didn’t defeat that foe.
He was a skilled fighter, both on the ground and in the sky. The probability of losing a skirmish was low.
But it wasn’t zero.
We’re aware of your good fortune, warrior. Their navigator sighed. The risk of dying was an attractant for most cyborgs, not a deterrent.
You deserve that good fortune. Argot defended him. Communicate with us when you’re able.
I’ll do that. Strike stalked off the bridge.
He passed brethren as he navigated through the hallways.
If anyone can uncover the source of the sound, it’s our second-in-command.
Leave some enemies for us.
Return in one piece, warrior. The males stationed off the bridge were as confident in his abilities as his fellow officers were.
Strike would strive to be worthy of that support. His shoulders squared.
He entered the docking bay.
There was a flurry of activity around one of the modified freighters.
