CHAPTER 219

ALLIANCE SPACEPORT

CALIFORNIA ISLAND

 "Someone want to get me a fucking report?" Moran spoke in a low menacing voice after what they had just witnessed on their map chart.

 Cha'talla looked at the chart. "What did he use?" He asked looking at Moran. He took note that Moran was calm, as if he had expected this type of attack. Cha'talla was again impressed with him, as he did not seem to rattle under battle pressure. "There is no radiation signature, but the damage is almost identical."

 "It's a fuel air explosive device." Moran replied quickly, "Just as deadly as a nuke but without the radiation. We suspected nukes and he hits us with these that fucking bastard."