Chapter 11
“Where is he going?” Orden stared after the departing vehicle, almost frothing at the mouth. “I didn’t give him permission to leave. Did you hear me give him permission, Dross?”
“No, your Excellency.” Whatever had possessed Dross to decide throwing in his lot with this little man was a good idea?
“You fool! You stupid fool!” Orden gnashed his teeth as the pod disappeared in the distance. “We had him within our grasp!”
They’d had nothing.
“Why aren’t you doing anything? We have to get that abomination back. How are we to survive without a scout to supply us with food?”
“Keep quiet,” Dross snarled in a soft voice, starting to lose his patience. “Do you want the others to realize the difficulty of our situation?” He’d been willing to dispose of the crew of the Midnight Ride,
