The repulsorlift lowered Nile down to the ground. He met the eyes of the assassin across the bloodstained field, then his gaze fell to the sword he carried. That was...the Blade of Quidan! How in Hyxlia’s void-stained teeth had he gotten ahold of that?
The other soldiers dropped down from the bonejet. “Bad news, men,” Nile said.
”Not just men,” one of the soldiers corrected—a woman.
Nile cleared his throat. “My bad. Anyway, looks like we’ve got a heck of a fight ahead of us. You’re sure you can deal with this.”
The woman pulled a metallic brick from her belt, which promptly unfolded into a crystal-lined minigun. “I think we can take em.”
”Very well.” He ignited his visor and locked on to the assassin’s weapon. “Cassie,” he said through the radio, “we could sure use some more back up.”
“More?” she asked.
Nile didn’t respond. Instead, he raised his gauntlets, and charged into the fray.