About the book: year / The battle is over. I pulled back the helmet visor; sticking out her lower lip, she blew away her bangs that stuck to her forehead. She looked around the capture group. Three Fighting Dogs guarded the nearest branches of the corridor. Two more looked after the captive gayats who stood silently against the opposite wall. No insignia, but judging by the ferocity with which they defended the base, someone with an iron will was in command here.