A robust arm reached up onto the beach.
The man, tall and powerfully built, had dark, sun-kissed skin. His face was marked by a white scar slanting from his eyebrow down to the corner of his mouth, splitting his face as if into two halves.
Eagle stood up, spitting out a mouthful of salty seawater.
He had been in the Alliance prison for three months. Ever since that helmeted woman broke his limbs and handed him over to the Alliance Army, he had been relentlessly interrogated. But he never betrayed Deadman.
And it was fortunate he hadn't. Otherwise, Deadman would never have let him off the hook, let alone bomb the Alliance prison to help him escape.
Eagle, still shaken, recalled the explosion.
Deadman had flown a spaceship directly over the prison and dropped bombs, indifferent to the fate of those inside.
