Chapter Thirteen
Prymorus studied the surrounding area. The ruins of buildings rose up all around him. The men with him were gathering an array of weapons. It was seldom that a Waxian would wage full out war with another species. Their preference was to strike from within, cutting the artery of their prey and watching them bleed to death. Prymorus would leave the direct attacks to his Drethulan counterparts.
“What have you found?” Prymorus asked, not turning to look at the other man, but continuing to scan the area.
“The surrounding buildings are clear. They appear to be abandoned,” the man stated.
“Search them again and set up guards. I want to make sure the perimeter is secure. I do not want the Trivators to be alerted to our presence yet. We will set up a command center in the aband
