Sergeant Khaled was hammering on the breech mechanism of the silentGatling with his bare fists, leaving the skin of his knuckles on thesharp metal edges. The infidel would soongather on his borders and the enemies within would emerge and gnawaway, like termites, the central pillars of his power. She glanced towards the balcony doors. Still holding the burning match infront of his face he looked up at her.
Amber managed a fewmouthfuls, and kept them down. There was no one else he could trust. The Ansar were so busy with their bloody work on the deck that they didnot seem to notice the this bearing down on them. Ryder looked at Rebecca with concern.
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