Chapter 111

BOOK THREE: CONSUME

Parker's ship was larger than the Vicious, sleeker, and much more modern. The smell of fresh paint followed us deeper into its halls, the marble-looking floor springing underneath with each quick step. Poh aimed the Mind-I at the wall to watch our progress on this ship's map. Two red dots drew closer to another - the pilot, the only other soul here. It didn't take long to find which doors led to the cockpit, or bridge on fancy ships, especially since BRIDGE was stamped on the door in freshly painted, centered letters.

Poh lifted her fist, her gun gripped tight in her other hand, and slammed the door open.