get his attention, and the guns turned toward her.
“Who are you?” The man snarled from within the suit.
Inside the base, her med alarm went off. A slow grin spread over her features. “That isn’t your concern. Leave or have that suit ripped to pieces.”
The targeting systems powered up and Beryl started moving. She didn’t remember much after that.
Sighing happily, she watched the closing credits for the slug documentary. The Guardians returned and approached her cautiously.
Toyo circled her. “Love, what is the man doing tied to a tree fifteen feet in the air?”
“I am guessing he is uncomfortable. He showed up in a mech and tried to take out the base systems while I was watching a vid.” She looked down at the grime on her hands and the slashes and scorches on her shirt. “I am guessing he got in a few shots.”
“Are you injured?”
“No. I took my supplement after I dealt with him. I think. Can someone check the countdown?” She sighed at the fuzzy memories.
Loesh sprinted to the medical area and then came back with relief on his features. “She took it.”
Toyo smiled and picked her up. “You have had a rough night. I think a hot shower and a nice night’s sleep will do wonders for you.”
She smiled and rested her head against his chest. “Sounds good.”
* * * *
Half an hour later, Toyo returned to the exterior of the building with the others as they cleared the debris. The peacekeepers had already taken the invader away.
Rand smiled. “She did well and she did not get hurt.”
Toyo nodded. “That is true. I am very proud of her.”
Loesh and Drovin nodded in relief.
Toyo looked at the scars on the bark and said, “There is just one thing that makes me very nervous.”
Drovin said, “What could that be? She took care of him and even tied him up.”
He looked at the other men and asked the question in his mind. “How the hell did she get him that far up the tree?”
Horror filled their expressions as the enormity of what he had said sunk in.
Beryl Wilkinson, mate to Toyo, criminal analyst, Terran and mother-to-be, could fly. Their lives were about to take on a new element of risk, but that is what family was for.
Author’s Note
Okay, Logic was just fun. I would like to say it wrote itself, but if that were true, all my other books were lazy bastards.
We will return to W’lyn, but I don’t know when. I am also due to be getting a new cover artist in a month or so, so bear with me during my adaptation. I have had the same artist for eight years and I hate change.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
[email protected]
http://www.violagrace.com
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
“Who are you?” The man snarled from within the suit.
Inside the base, her med alarm went off. A slow grin spread over her features. “That isn’t your concern. Leave or have that suit ripped to pieces.”
The targeting systems powered up and Beryl started moving. She didn’t remember much after that.
Sighing happily, she watched the closing credits for the slug documentary. The Guardians returned and approached her cautiously.
Toyo circled her. “Love, what is the man doing tied to a tree fifteen feet in the air?”
“I am guessing he is uncomfortable. He showed up in a mech and tried to take out the base systems while I was watching a vid.” She looked down at the grime on her hands and the slashes and scorches on her shirt. “I am guessing he got in a few shots.”
“Are you injured?”
“No. I took my supplement after I dealt with him. I think. Can someone check the countdown?” She sighed at the fuzzy memories.
Loesh sprinted to the medical area and then came back with relief on his features. “She took it.”
Toyo smiled and picked her up. “You have had a rough night. I think a hot shower and a nice night’s sleep will do wonders for you.”
She smiled and rested her head against his chest. “Sounds good.”
* * * *
Half an hour later, Toyo returned to the exterior of the building with the others as they cleared the debris. The peacekeepers had already taken the invader away.
Rand smiled. “She did well and she did not get hurt.”
Toyo nodded. “That is true. I am very proud of her.”
Loesh and Drovin nodded in relief.
Toyo looked at the scars on the bark and said, “There is just one thing that makes me very nervous.”
Drovin said, “What could that be? She took care of him and even tied him up.”
He looked at the other men and asked the question in his mind. “How the hell did she get him that far up the tree?”
Horror filled their expressions as the enormity of what he had said sunk in.
Beryl Wilkinson, mate to Toyo, criminal analyst, Terran and mother-to-be, could fly. Their lives were about to take on a new element of risk, but that is what family was for.
Author’s Note
Okay, Logic was just fun. I would like to say it wrote itself, but if that were true, all my other books were lazy bastards.
We will return to W’lyn, but I don’t know when. I am also due to be getting a new cover artist in a month or so, so bear with me during my adaptation. I have had the same artist for eight years and I hate change.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
[email protected]
http://www.violagrace.com
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
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