Colin closed those eyes with gentle fingers, and unashamed tears streaked his cheeks. One fell, a diamond glinting in the light from the study, to his brother’s face, and the sight touched something inside him. It was like a farewell, fraying the grip of the grief that kept him kneeling there, and he reached to pick up Girru’s energy gun.

“Freeze,” a cold voice said behind him.

Colin froze, but this time he recognized the voice. It spoke English with a soft, Southern accent, and his jaw clenched. Not just Cal; everyone he’d thought he knew, believed he could trust, had betrayed him. Everyone but Sean.

“Drop it.” He let the energy gun thump back to the floor. “Inside.”

He stepped back into the study and turned slowly, his eyes flinty as they rested on the tall, black-skinned woman in the doorway. She wore the uniform of the United States Air Force with a lieutenant colonel’s oak leaves, but the weapon slung from her shoulder had never been made on Earth. The over-sized, snub-nosed pistol was a grav gun, and its drum magazine held two hundred three-millimeter darts. Their muzzle velocity would be over five thousand meters per second, and they were formed of a chemical explosive denser than uranium that exploded after penetrating. From where he stood, he could see the three-headed dragon etched into the receiver.

The muzzle never wavered from his navel, but the colonel’s eyes swept the room, and her face twisted. The black forefinger on the trigger tightened and he tensed his belly muscles uselessly, but she didn’t fire. Her brown eyes lingered for a long moment on Frances and Anna Tudor’s mutilated bodies, then came back to him, filled with a bottomless hate he’d never seen in them.

“You bastard!“ Lieutenant Colonel Sandra Tillotson breathed.

“Me?” he said bitterly. “What about you, Sandy?”

His voice was like a blow. Her head jerked, and her eyes widened, their hatred buried in sudden disbelief as she saw him—him, not just another killer—for the first time.

“Colin?!” she gasped, and her reaction puzzled him. Surely the mutineers had known who they were trapping! But Sandy closed her mouth with an almost audible snap, her gaze flitting to the two dead bodies in the Fleet uniforms, and he could actually see the intensity of her thoughts, see a whole chain of realizations flickering over her face. And then, to his utter shock, she lowered her weapon.

His muscles tightened to leap across the intervening space and snatch it away. But she shook her head slowly, and her next words stopped him dead.

“Colin,” she whispered. “My God, Colin, what have you done?”

It was the last reaction he had expected, and his own eyes narrowed.

“I found them like this. Those two—” his head gestured at the uniformed bodies, hands motionless “—were waiting for me. They … killed Sean, too.”

Sandy jerked around to stare through the doorway, and her shoulders sagged as she finally recognized the savagely maimed body. When she turned back to Colin, her eyes were closed in grief and despair.

“Oh, Jesus,” she moaned. “Oh, dear, sweet Jesus. Not Sean, too.”

“Sandy, what the hell is going on here?” Colin demanded.

“No, you wouldn’t know,” she said softly, her mouth bitter.

“I don’t know anything! I thought I did, but—”

“Cal tripped his emergency signal,” Sandy said tonelessly, and looked at the dead scientist, as if impressing the hideous sight imperishably upon her mind. “I was closest, so I came as quick as I could.”

“You? Sandy—you’re in with Anu?”

“Of course not! Those two—Girru and Anshar—were two of his hit men.”

“Sandy, what are you talking about? If you’re not—”

Colin broke off again as his sensors tingled, and Sandy stiffened as she saw his face tighten.

“What is it?” she asked sharply.

“Those two bastards called in reinforcements,” Colin said tautly. “They’re coming. Don’t you feel them?”

“I’m a normal human, Colin. One of the ‘degenerates,’ “ Sandy said harshly. “But you aren’t, are you? Not anymore.”

“A norm—” He broke off. “Later,” he said tersely. “Right now, we’ve got at least twenty sets of combat armor closing in on us.”

“Shit,” Sandy breathed. Then she shook herself again. “If you’ve got yourself a bio-enhancement package, grab one of those energy guns!” She bared her teeth in an ugly smile. “That’ll surprise the bastards!”

Colin snatched up Anshar’s weapon. It had suffered no damage in their struggle and the charge indicator read ninety percent, and his fingers curled almost lovingly around the grips as he grasped Sandy’s meaning. No normal human could handle one of the heavy energy weapons. Even Sandy’s grav gun would be a problem for most Terra-born humans. For the Imperium, it was a sidearm; for Sandy, it was a shoulder-slung, two-handed weapon.

“How are they coming in and where are they?” Sandy demanded tersely.

“Twenty of them,” Colin repeated. “Closing in from the perimeter of a circle. About six klicks out and coming fast.”

“Too far,” Sandy muttered. “We’ve got to suck them in closer…”

“Why?”

“Because—” She broke off, shaking her head. “There’s no time for explanations, Colin. Just trust me—and believe I’m on your side.”

“My side? Sandy—”

“Shut up and listen!“ she snapped, and he choked off his questions. “Look, I had my suspicions when we didn’t find any sign of you in that wreck, but it seemed so incredible that— Never mind. The important thing is you. What kind of implants did you get?”

Questions hammered in Colin’s brain. How did Sandy, who obviously had no biotechnics, even know what they were? Much less that there were different implant packages? But she was right. There was no time.

“Bridge officer,” he said shortly.

“Bridge—?! You mean the ship’s fully operational?!”

“Maybe,” he said cautiously, and she shook her head irritably.

“Either it is or it isn’t, and if you got the full treatment, it is. Which means—” She broke off again and nodded sharply.

“Don’t just stand there! See if it can get our asses out of here!”

Colin gaped at her. The hurricane of his grief and fury, followed by the shock of seeing Sandy, had blinded him to the simplest possibility of all!

He activated his fold-space link, then grunted in anguish, half-clubbed to his knees by the squealing torment in his nerves. He shook his head doggedly.

“Can’t!” he gasped. “We’re jammed.”

“Shit!” Sandy’s face tightened again, but when she spoke again, her voice was curiously serene. “Colin, I don’t know how you found Cal, or exactly what happened here, but you’re the only man on this planet with bridge implants. We’ve got to get you out of here.”

“But—”

“There’s no time, Colin. Just listen. If we can suck them in close, there’s an escape route. When I tell you to, go down to the basement. There’s a switch somewhere—I don’t know where, but you won’t need it. Go down to the basement and move the furnace. It pivots clockwise, but you’ll have to break the lock to move it. Go down the ladder and take the right fork—the left’s a booby-trapped cul-de-sac—and move like hell. You’ll come out about a klick from here in the woods above Aspen Road. Got it?”

“Got it. But—” he tried again.

“I said there’s no time.” She turned for the door, stepping carefully over Sean’s body. “Come with me. We’ve got to convince them we’re going to stand and fight, or they’ll be watching for a breakout.”

Colin followed her rebelliously, every nerve in his body crying out against obeying her blindly. Yet she clearly knew what she was doing—or thought she did—and that was a thousand percent better than anything he knew.

Sandy scurried down the hall and moved a wall painting to reveal a small switch. Colin’s sensors reached out to trace the circuitry, but she threw it before he got far, and his skin twitched as he felt the sudden awakening of unsuspected defenses. He’d sensed additional Imperial technology as he approached the house, but he’d never suspected this!