“Do you even know if this prison ship is space worthy?”
“We’ll find out,, McTish,” smiled Geener.
Smilt and Bern mimicked the grin.
The doors opened. Guards rushed in. Bern’s face exploded. I knelt behind him, taking cover.
Geener threw a chair. When he went down, I could see into the hall through the hole in his middle.
Smilt was the first to surrender. Captain forced him to his knees and executed him on the spot.
Six more after Smilt until it was me remaining.
Captain whispered, “Thanks, McTish, but don’t think you’ve won any favors.”