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himself between the Reaper and the woman. He held up a hand. “He will Transition soon,” he told them. “I must have a place to...”
    Caitlin’s eyes went wide in her suddenly pale face. “Oh, sweet Mary!” she exclaimed, cutting him off. Her attention flew to Cree then shot back to McGregor. “We have a containment cell.”
    “Then have it readied,” McGregor said softly, his conscience pricking him as he looked down into the woman’s fearful eyes. Despite his dislike of her, he knew he had done a terrible thing.
    Caitlin hurried to the Com-Link and was speaking urgently, giving orders to the security team. Lisa had backed against the bulkhead, not knowing why she felt so keenly unsettled, but sensing Caitlin’s fear and taking it as her own.
    “I’ll carry him wherever he needs to go,” McGregor said, slipping his arms under Cree’s shoulders and knees.
    “This way,” Caitlin said breathlessly, leading the way to the elevator. She barely glanced at Cree so therefore did not see the bright red gleam from his fierce eyes as they settled on her. “I’ll show you...”
    “No!” McGregor was quick to deny. “Just tell me. Believe me when I tell you that you do not wish to be anywhere near this warrior when he goes into Transition!”
    From what Caitlin already knew of the Reaper, she knew that to be true. Giving instructions on how to reach the containment cell, she stood back and watched as McGregor carried his friend into the elevator and the doors shushed closed.
    “I am sorry, Khier,” McGregor said, lowering his gaze to his friend as the elevator lowered.
    Cree said nothing for he could feel the creature inside him beginning to stir. He had to try to keep it at bay until McGregor was out of way of any danger. He only hoped he was strong enough to do that. As angry as he was with his boyhood friend, he feared he would pulverize Iyan McGregor if given the chance.

Chapter Six
     
    “ We cannot allow them to resume their journey,” Iyan told his First Officer via the Vid-Com at his wrist. He was speaking quietly so the Terran crewmembers would not hear.
    “He is going to be very angry at you, Iyan,” Nyndham Dak warned.
    Iyan sighed. “He already is and when he comes out of Transition, I may be his next meal!”
    Nyndham ignored the remark for he knew nothing that side of the Abyss would make Khiershon harm Iyan McGregor. “I can cripple their ship,” the First Officer said. “By our standards, it is a primitive piece of space flotsam.”
    “By our standards,” Iyan scoffed. “Every ship we have has been put together piecemeal, Dak, from scrap we’ve gathered all over this gods-be-damned galaxy.” He spat out a choice Diabolusian curse. “By our standards, my hairy arse! This ship could run rings around the best of our fleet.”
    “So,” Nyndham snapped, “we relieve them of it.”
    McGregor was sitting slumped against the door to the containment cell. Now and again, the loud bellows of rage coming from Khiershon Cree and the heavy thumps of fury battering the door made him tense. He had a wicked headache and Cree’s howls of frustration at being confined were intensifying the pain in McGregor’s temples.
    “Iyan?” Nyndham questioned. “Do we relieve them of the ship or not?”
    “That was a foregone conclusion,” Iyan grated. “This is a Medivac ship and the supplies on board are worth their weight in gold.”
    “What do we do with the crew?”
    Iyan shrugged. “That’s up to Khier.”
    “Nice of you to let him make at least one decision, McGregor,” Nyndham commented dryly.
    “She asked for it!” Iyan defended.
    “No, she did not,” the First Officer disagreed. “You stepped in deep foig this time and he isn’t going to let you clean your boot off that easily, my friend.”       
    Iyan knew that to be a truth so remained quiet. When it was obvious to Nyndham that the Captain had turned uncommunicative, the First Officer terminated the Vid-com link and set