Chapter Thirty-Two
The teleporter worked exactly how I figured it would—with a catch. Sure, we got out of there… only to drop smackdab right into the middle of a firefight. The galaxy’s gotta have a sense of humor, and ol’ Dalton Thorne seems to be the butt of the joke.
“Down!” I tackle Jennifer behind an overturned noodle cart as plasma bolts tear throug…
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