The invaders thought they had crushed humanity. They messed with the wrong species.

An Impulse Power story.

Francine Beaumont is tired. Tired of waiting for an armada of Imber ships to finish off what's left of humanity. Tired of fear and privation. Tired of living like a rat, feeding off what scraps the cat lets her have.

When the chance comes to hit the Imbers where it really hurts—right at their fuel supply—she takes it. One stealth cruiser. One pilot. A cargo hold filled with explosives. A suicide mission for sure, but better that than doing nothing.

As the ship's cook, John O'Shaughnessy knows everything that goes on aboard the warship. And something is definitely up with his Frankie. If she thinks he's going to let her carry out this crazy plan of hers alone, that stubborn woman has another think coming.

Frankie thinks she's gotten away clean...until her instincts tell her she's not alone on her mission. Still, it's a shock to find her peace-loving John standing there with eyes that spell murder. Now is a hell of a time to discover they're more than friends. But there's no turning back...