“This won't work without your cooperation,” Ferus said. “But I didn't come out here to convince you.” He stood up, brushing the dirt off his clothes. He’d borrowed the ill-fitting shirt from General Dodonna. It was strange to see him dressed as a Rebel soldier—nearly as strange as it had been to see him in Imperial garb. “The choice is yours, Div.” He patted Div on the shoulder. And as much as he wanted to, Div didn’t squirm away. “I trust you. I always have.”
Excerpt from Alex Wheeler's Rebel Force Book 5 - Trapped













