“The plan looks clear and efficient. Just what I’d expect from you,” Dash told Knuckles, forcing a smile.
“Of course. The sooner it’s done, the sooner we can sit down with those beers.”
Dash forced out a chuckle through the tightening in his chest. They both knew it would never happen now. Dash would leave without setting foot on the base, and Knuckles would be killed soon after.
“Sounds good. The first toast will be to fallen comrades, though,” Dash said solemnly.
Knuckles nodded then replied in an equally solemn voice.
“I’ll drink to that. I heard about Dozer. Damn waste. There’s not many of us left now.” His voice brightened. “Still, at least you got me this nice, safe gig. Now get those prisoners offloaded then get your arse over here for a drink.”
“I will, my friend.
