Chapter 50

Julian Bless

Julian Bless laid on the stainless-steel bench, his arms and legs strapped in with nano-cuffs. The agent, overseeing the process, locked the last cuff over the ankle of his wounded leg.

Pain erupted, exploding past his knee, then traveled to his hip.

The cuff formed its way around his shin, and Bless gritted his teeth. The pulse rifle blast he had taken to his lower tibia burned like a motherfucker.

A so-called field medic had bandaged it, but only enough to stop the bleeding. The wound was a mess.

He had depleted his energy reserve just by trying to hold it all together since the battle. He did not know how deep he was inside the Federation Headquarters. They had marched him endlessly. Then when his leg finally gave out, they put him on a transport drone.