The Last Stand - Brad Ferguson [102]
“And you want me for this duty?” Hek asked. “Why?”
“I can think of no one better suited for this life. I need your single-mindedness and your fanaticism.” He smiled, but it was a dangerous smile. “Executing you would be a waste of material.”
Hek thought for a moment. “Won’t this Seventh Fleet be detected on the way out?”
“We’ve altered the cloaking systems aboard the selected ships,” Drappa said. “They are again undetectable. The Federation knows that the ship census is inexact. Fifty ships among a hundred sixty thousand will never be missed. You’d be free to go out there, go anywhere, all on your own. You and your descendants will go to other star systems and build new ships as you need them.” He paused. “Things would be the way they were meant to be.”
“Yes,” Hek said softly. “Things would be the way they were meant to be.” His aquamarine eyes shone in the gloom of the cell.
“You can think about this for a while, if you want,” Drappa said, rising from the bunk.
“I don’t need to think about it at all,” Hek replied.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Epilogue