The Cutlass hung calmly above Yela, its nose bobbing toward the frozen moon below.
Maria slumped in the pilot’s seat, agonizing over the info she’d received on Grim HEX. If the old lab was really churning out ‘product’ at the rate he said, it’d be worth the trip for sure… but who else had Ruto told?
She turned to the war-weary mercs in the jump seats behind her. “It’s either gonna be a quick grab-n-go or a bloodbath,” she shouted, firing up the thrusters. “So bring your A-game, or you won’t make it back alive…”