Chapter One
“Prepare the cleanup,” Razor’s deep voice ordered as he watched the fires burning in the remains of the city far below. “I want reconstruction of the city to begin within the month.”
“Yes, sir,” the male standing behind him replied.
“Was this really necessary?” The human male standing next to him asked in a shaken voice.
The huge Trivator warrior, known only by the name of Razor, stood in rigid silence on the bridge of the observation warship. The advanced command ship was overseeing the demolition of the city below. The human city that was once called Mexico City was now a pile of burning rubble. All life, all buildings, everything had been wiped clean.
Razor had earned his name. He cut through the resistance like a fine scalpel slicing through a life-giving artery. He wa
