Chapter Seven
General Aaron holstered his pistol and snatched a rifle from a dead soldier on the floor.
He knelt and began pulling magazines from a corpse, his face locked in grim determination. “I’m sorry, son, but I need the firepower. I’ll make sure every soldier here gets a commendation.”
Keeping the promise required him to remain alive.
He wasn’t confident in his survival with the primary security system deactivated, but he didn’t intend to volunteer for death at the hands of some cyborg either. He’d been doing his best to lead from the front.
Morale was as important to winning a battle as training and equipment.
The general tried to ignore the ache in his shoulder. A medpatch covered the jagged gash from an earlier run-in with a Tin Man. It would have been more satisfying to pu
