Betrayal On Triton

So here's the pitch. The name's Ethan Riley and I guess you could call me a merc. That's right – an underpaid, hyper-stimmed gun-for-hire working the periphery of the free-enterprise food chain. I spent over a decade piloting an APEC rig in countless proxy wars and hit jobs. In those days, I was a trash-talking heartbreaker, and could take a punch a whole sight better than I could throw one.

Bottom line. I was working a freelance hit on Mars, and everything went south. Next thing I knew I wa...