Elite mercenary Connor Rattakul can't escape his past.

After choosing the wrong side in a war against the Directorate, he becomes a fugitive, hiding in the ranks of the thousands of mercenaries always desperate for the next job. But a series of mishaps force his team deep into the Talon Sector, where the Directorate holds power. Only his former girlfriend's intervention can save him.

With Directorate assassins on his trail, Connor is forced to take on a job that his team might not survive from a client his boss says can't be trusted.

But that boss seems ready to crack, and the client is hiding deadly secrets from the mercenaries. Will Connor be able to lead his teammates through the dark world he's led  them to, or will they all die in the alien gloom?

Ill Fortune

The sun hadn’t yet risen when Connor strapped into his seat. He tried to focus on the lines of positive potential outcomes rather than the worries about potential disaster. The Lucky Sevens shuddered as the engines roared to life, and the faint smell of engine exhaust mixed with the hot stench from the woods.


But the ship didn’t explode—one of the positive potential outcomes.


It was a good start, but they still had kilometers to cross, and they still had a landing on gear that was locked and had a great chance of collapsing.


He spun his chair around and smiled hopefully at Selen, who didn’t respond.


She hunched forward, sweat-darkened T-shirt twisted against her harness, as if she were considering pushing out of her seat. Her knit brow showed intense focus, and her gaze was locked on to Martienne.


The pilot seemed steady enough, voice calm as the ship rattled and warning lights glowed amber and red. The rattling grew louder than the engines.


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