Chapter Seventeen
Erik narrowed his eyes as Biyu jogged out of the mine entrance, several of the other Knights trailing behind her, their weapons at the ready.
Wait. Something’s wrong.
“I don’t know, sir,” she transmitted. “The whole thing seems like a waste of time if you ask me. What are we even doing here looking for some lost auditor? And terrorists? How are terrorists going to end up on Mu Arae?”
It’s not the same.
Erik surveyed the area. It was all too familiar, even if he hadn’t been there for a year: the dusty surface of Molino, the huge Quijote looming in the sky. The exoskeleton-wearing soldiers of the 108th surrounded him, no hurry in their movements.
A loud roar cut through the air.
“Incoming!” screamed Biyu. She jerked back a moment later, collapsing to the ground, a ma
