Chapter 9: Commander Horsson
They’d packed the truck that night with one last load of furniture, mostly bulky but light items that wouldn’t slow the vehicle down, “provided we live to escape in it,” Jade kept muttering. Then they’d gathered together the supplies for the sortie.
Fastal questioned every item Jade packed: the plastic cable ties, the piano wire, the legs off the broken chair, even the amount of water. Jade finally exploded. “Look, you ignorant two-legged bovine, you hired me to get you in and out of this god-be-damned mess. Either shut your mouth, or I’ll f*****g well quit and spend the next week dancing on your grave—if they find enough of you to bury when the Commancors finish with you.”
With peace and quiet restored, Jade finished packing in short order. She placed a sma
