There seemed to be no gap between the days on Toranawa, on Panaguar, on Haldek. Any other existence was a washed-out dream. In this full-color reality, only the next target mattered. Again and again, Jade chose and demolished; the enemy followed and protected—too late with too little.
The silence from the other side of the city was ominous, and in the one pocket of conscious thought she had she hoped Cyclad was all right. That half of the war would be quieter; the Dominion troops used the noiseless energy weapons almost exclusively, while Cyclad had started only with some grenades and her Sarton-A. Jade wasn’t worried about leaving her companion under-armed; she knew Cyclad was smart enough to scrounge energy weapons from her fallen foes. The Commancors’ weapons would actually be easier f
