Zack Decker wanted one thing: to fight as a Marine Pathfinder. He got it. Then he lost it. Temper. Hatred of brass. Career over. Wife gone. Friends gone. Nothing left but a bottle and a string of planets he barely remembered.
Then an old Marine buddy pulled him out of the gutter. Offered him a job. Decker took it. He was already running—cop dead, militia hunting him. No place to hide.
The job was dirty. Security on a starship with owners who stank of trouble and a crew just as bad. Work that made a mockery of Once a Marine, always a Marine.
Curiosity almost killed him next. He dug too deep. Found a secret big enough to burn the Commonwealth to ash. Now the hunters were closing in—shadows, killers with orders. The kind who don't stop.
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They thought he was finished. Washed-up. Broken. They forgot he could still fight like one of the Few. And he was ready to remind them.
