“Where the hell is he, Rosser? Where did you send him?”
“I don’t know what you’re
talking about.”
Rosser’s eyes don’t quite meet mine. I
was right, he sent Tomas on a recon mission, I just know it. I get
one arm free from Alden’s grip and swing at Rosser, but he jumps
out of the way and my fist just glances along his stomach, not much
of a blow at all. “Fuck, Captain. Romero, you saw him hit me? Don’t
say you didn’t.”
Behind me Alden growls, “Just tell him
where you sent the scouts, Rosser. And we’ll leave.”
Rosser’s gaze shifts from me to Alden
and back again, but there’s something in my face that makes him
drop his aviator shades over his eyes to hide them from me. Rubbing
his jaw, he frowns. “They went to the Bridge.”
The Bridge. Fuck. “How the hell
could you send them there? Rosser—”
“I didn’t know,” he
whispers.
The cockiness drains from his face and
for one bare moment I see how scared he is. He knows he shouldn’t