The cargo hold of the captured *Iron Raven* was illuminated by the harsh yellow glare of four hanging carbide lamps, casting long, menacing shadows across stacks of wooden crates stamped with the crest of the British Royal Ordnance. Nikolai MacKenna stood in the center of the hold, a crowbar in his gloved hands, wrenching open the heavy lid of the top crate with a sharp screech of protesting nails. He…
Keep reading in the app
This chapter is in the Booknovel app. Unlock it with coins, a short ad, the free timer or VIP.
Scan with your phone camera
Opens chapter 11 directly. New readers get free coins.
