Largo

“Largo!”

I turned drawing my P 20 and fired it and saw that same green flames coming out of the nose of my revolver and felt the pull of energy come out of me. I smiled as the ice head blew away into pieces. I turned to Omarion. “I got him!”

Omarion was looking past me down at the enemies still approaching us. “Not him. Look. It’s him.”

I turned and stared. At the powerhouse baring down on us like a fucking missile from a Death cruiser!

“Him!”

“Holy shit!”

“Who the hell is that?!” Omarion asked.

“Wow!” I said. The kid was cutting up a storm.

He drove up to us grinning like a school kid that won the big game. He nodded to us. “The name’s Nav! They call me the Sandman! Hexi sent me to keep you guys alive and put Ice heads to SLEEP!!”

He had a set of balls on him. I wondered though who the hell he was. Omarion nodded his head though. “Thanks for coming Nav. I’ve heard of you and welcome abroad to help us get to our mission.”

I nodded to the others with him. “Whose your crew?”

Nav shrugged. “My little brothers. I’m their alpha and elder.”

Holy shit. This kid was the real deal. An alpha at his age of a pack!? Damn. Hexi must have paid good credits for this guy. I nodded to him. “Thanks for coming.”

author notes “Fuck ya! This shit is metal as fuck!”