The Alpha's Regret: His Secret Hybrid Heir
Kincaid's quartermaster had spare plates sized close enough, and Xander got into one while Kincaid briefed him on what Sarah's relay had already confirmed.
"Henderson's armor caught the convoys in the open ground," Kincaid said. "Standard tracked corvettes, thermal turrets. They're not trying to capture anyone. They're enforcing the embargo the way the Presidium meant it to be enforced." He handed Xander a fresh blade. "Examples. For anyone else thinking about supplying us."
"How many transports."
"Six, last count. Four already burning."
Xander looked at the blade in his hand, still cold from the rack, and thought briefly and uselessly about how tired his arms were and then stopped thinking
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