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The Dark WheelIf only he could release the cargo, jettison the cannisters containing the Mymurth life-systems, perhaps the pursuit would end. He and Elyssia would be out of pocket by three hundred credits, but so what? Neither he nor Elyssia were йlite, yet. He might feel like an йlite combateer, but faced with this sort of-A Mamba strafed him. Shields screamed. He targeted a missile, but used side-fire to battle with the attacker… — faced with this sort of pressure, neither of them could survive. Elyssia came round, staggered to her feet and stared, through blood-encrusted eyes, at the combat. Cirag came closer. A tiny spinning point of silver light winked and beckoned to them, but the sight of it did not fill Alex with joy. 'There must be more than Mymurth in those cannisters…' Elyssia said quietly. 'Let's discuss it later,' Alex retorted, as he rolled and veered to escape the fire coming from the closest of the big ships. The woman left the bridge. Hanging on for dear life, she went down to the cargo bay… And suddenly the attack finished ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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