Hakkuze

Tracers This was not going to be good. Vivid yellow-green light flashed past his face, buzzing in his ears. “Sonofabitch.” “You say something, Lieutenant?” “No, Commander.” Lieutenant Kaidan Alenko closed his eyes, but the tracers remained. Not now. Please, not now. The timing could not be worse. Not that there was ever a good time for a bitch-slap of a migraine, but if he was on the Normandy he could find a dark hole and ride it out. If you were on the Normandy, you could get a shot from the doc and pretend you’re fucking normal. He was hunkered down beside humanity’s only spectre, surrounded b