Hauk stepped over his body.

Bastien handed him the PD. “You’re one cold son of a bitch.”

Hauk jerked the assassin’s sleeve back to show the catalogue of kills he’d carved into his flesh as proud tribute for all the victims he’d made.

Half of them were for women and children.

“He deserved worse.”

Bastien shot the body three more times.

Hauk arched a brow at his actions.

Shrugging, Bastien holstered his weapon. “He deserved worse.”

“Spend a lot of time in the sun, do you?”

Bastien laughed as Hauk went inside the skimmer to see if there was anything he could use to get away from any others who might come for him.

Or better yet, if they could fly it out themselves. Unfortunately, it was low on fuel. And as he’d suspected, it was a preprogrammed skimmer used to take the assassins to and from their outer atmosphere spaceship. Which meant there were more of them waiting for this group to return. With time, he might be able to reprogram the skimmer for manual flight.

An alarm sounded.

Or not.

“What’d you do?” Bastien asked sardonically.

Sighing, Hauk shot the control panel that housed the signal. It went instantly silent. “Must have been wired to the mission leader’s vitals. It’s an alarm to the mothership notifying the others that they’re dead.”

Bastien glared at the sky. “How many you think are up there?”

“Don’t know. But they’re down twenty-nine men.”

“Survivors will be glad they don’t have to split that wide a cut.”

Hauk grunted. “Boldorians won’t care about that. It’s now an honor quest for them to come get me. With reinforcements.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “You scared yet?”

Bastien let out a false laugh. “I’m hunted by League assassins for fun and promotion, and you think these backwater pussies scare me? Really?”

Hauk clapped him on the back as a sign of brotherhood. “When we get that chip out of you, if you need a place, The Sentella’s always looking for good people.”

“I have some long overdue payback to shove up someone’s ass first. After that? I just might accept your offer.”

Hauk confiscated arms, ammunition, and a radio before pulling back. He paused long enough to check the tracking device’s broadcast frequency.

“What are you doing?” Bastien asked with a frown.

“Reprogramming this to their frequency. They land, talk to each other, and I can peg them as fast as they peg me.”

“You are Fain’s brother.”

“Taught him everything he knows.”

Bastien arched a disbelieving brow.

Hauk grinned. “About electronics. He taught me fighting… usually by sitting on my ass until I got big enough to make it hurt when he tried.”

“Ah.” Bastien grabbed food and water. “So what’s the plan now?”