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Anger pounded through Alec’s veins. He’d used that very same ambush scenario hundreds of times in Attack of the Zombie Warlords from Pluto and it hadn’t even occurred to him for one second that Rhozan might use it on him. How incredibly stupid. Problem was, he had no idea what to do now. Rhozan clearly knew all the game strategies he did and that meant the Other would be aware of any possible attempt at escape Alec might choose. Maybe Darius had some idea of Rhozan’s weaknesses, but he’d never discussed it with them and if he had a plan, Alec didn’t know it and Darius was in no shape to tell him now.

With Darius out of the equation, at least for now, the responsibility fell to him. Sure Riley was older and infinitely bossier, but her skill with an orb was sorely lacking, not to mention her penchant for annoying the hell out of her captors. If he could get her to somehow understand his plan, she might be of help. That was, when he had a plan. Right now he was finding it a bit hard even to think straight. All he wanted to do was hit someone. Preferably Rhozan.

Rhozan. Alec tried to suppress the shudder. The alien field commander had been in his head, knew what he knew, and had powers Alec couldn’t begin to match. The world around him was falling to pieces. If he didn’t figure out what Darius considered to be Rhozan’s weakness, they were all doomed. Him, Riley, his parents. Everyone.

There had to be a weakness. He just had to figure out what it was.

And fast.