Julian turned his attention back to the approaching man.
Another ally?
Just how many operatives did The Panacea have planted on this ship?
Had she actually managed to put the vessel's own security detail on her payroll?
The man walked up and reached to pull off his balaclava, revealing striking, mixed-heritage features.
His jawline was sharp, his expression unforgiving, and his eyes were cold and serious.
It was Jerrick Lancaster.
He had spent the last hour commanding his mercenary squad to lock down the perimeter.
After successfully barricading every single extraction route Obsidian Sun had prepared, he had kept a close watch on the exterior cargo bays.
When the enemy convoy failed to show up at any of the designated ambush points...
And the logistics spine's patrol signals glitched for a brief second...
Jerrick instantly realized that Obsidian Sun had changed their route at the last minute.
He immediately handed the outer blockade over to his second-in-command and slipped into the backstage logistics sector like a ghost.
He just hadn't expected to walk into a corridor littered with the unconscious bodies of elite guards.
Their uniforms were distinctly different from the standard ship security detail.
It took Jerrick exactly one second to put the pieces together.
These were Obsidian Sentinels!
Then, his eyes landed on Joker.
And the neutralized squad leader slumped at his feet.
Serena was standing next to a massive pod, looking at him with a lazy, amused smirk.
Jerrick's gaze shifted to the Apex Bio-Transfer Pod behind her.
It carried no auction serial number, yet it was rigged with the highest-tier life-support systems on the black market.



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