Clutching her side, Sergeant Ledoyen lurched along the shadowy corridor.

Helpless rage burned her heart. She'd lost her entire squad. And, as far as she could tell, she was the only one left breathing who was loyal to the Crown.

The Bald spawner was somewhere ahead, fleeing the battle.

He'd stopped replicating for some reason. A physical limitation? A strategic maneuver? Either way, it didn't matter. Ledoyen was going to kill him.

She ...