Chapter 29
"I'll be sure to inform Nathaniel about this when we get back… or not. I'll just head straight to HQ," Commander Eland muttered, then walked off, his boots thudding down the ramp as the aircraft door hissed open.
The rest of Squad Four remained seated for a moment, like corpses propped up in their gear. Even the rush of cool evening air outside couldn't stir them.
The flight back had been silent.
Utterly, eerily silent.
Jace was unconscious, a blood-soaked IV attached to his arm, keeping him stable. Ronan hadn't moved a muscle since whatever the hell that was. His body lay still, but around him... something hung in the air. A presence. Like standing too close to an active reactor.
