Chapter 26

The asphalt of Scrapheap Town was a mosaic of shattered glass and spent shell casings. Jake crouched behind the rusted frame of a derelict SUV, the metal groaning as high-caliber rounds chewed into the other side. Next to him, Grace Kelly was hunched over, her shoulder-length hair—neatly trimmed by Jake’s own hand not long ago—falling over her face. Behind them, ten Imperial Guard henchmen in heavy riot gear braced their weapons against the chassis of four other vehicles, returning fire...