Chapter 9: Chapter 9

He found another burst of speed. Focusing on his rage wouldn’t help him achieve his mission. He needed to keep sight of what mattered right here and now—Genthry.

His feet ached as he pounded the dusty ground. Bystanders shouted in rage as he pushed past them, but he ignored them. They weren’t his problem right now. He could worry about them later. If they didn’t want someone to push them out of the way, they should clear space for a clearly-identified marshal.

Up ahead, Genthry slipped into a long, squat building a little darker than the rest. Dryath didn’t know the layout of this planet all that well, much less the docks, but he knew trouble when he saw it. He didn’t have the luxury of calling for backup, though. The local soldiery had already had the opportunity to catch Genthry and had declined to help. Dryath had no choice but to keep going.