nobody’s home, if you get my drift.”
“You’ve been watching too many movies,” Glenn remarked. “You just need an ice-cold beverage and some sleep.”
Spivey laughed, finally meeting Glenn’s gaze. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I feel like I haven’t slept in days.”
“Neither of us have.”
Five minutes later, Glenn pulled into the parking lot of a local pub that specialized in wings.
He switched off the engine. “This is just what the doctor ordered. Tight T-shirts, short shorts, and all the suds you can handle.”
“Right on,” Spivey agreed, exiting the car and following Glenn to the double doors of the pub. “The waitresses are hot as hell in this place.”
Glenn pulled the door open, stepping back to allow Spivey to pass. “I hear that. I’ve never seen bodies as fine as the ones working here. Well, other than that female creature we brought in last year. Now that was a perfect ten if I’ve ever seen one.”
Spivey suddenly stopped. “That’s it. Now I remember where I’ve seen Farlow before.”
He turned and ran back toward the car, leaving Glenn no choice but to follow.
“What are you talking about?” Glenn demanded, digging his keys out of his pocket as he jogged along behind Spivey.
“That man is no master sergeant. He’s Anthony Vaughn.”
“Holy shit. Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.”
Chapter Fourteen
Tony watched as Henry disconnected the IV from a Bracadyte’s arm before moving to the other one and repeating the process. “Why are they not waking up?”
Henry peered down at one and lifted the Bracadyte’s eyelid. “I don’t know. What do I look like, the alien whisperer?”
“We have only minutes to get them out of here. The sun has set, which means we have a better chance under the cover of darkness.”
“I know. I don’t understand why they haven’t revived, unless we were too late.” Henry laid two fingers against the Bracadyte’s neck.
“Hominum,” the massive creature snarled, locking his hand around Henry’s wrist.
Tony sprang into action, gripping the Bracadyte’s arm and pulling with everything he had. “We are friends,” he bit out, attempting to dislodge the creature’s hold on Henry’s wrist.
“You will cease this, Gryke,” the other Bracadyte demanded, rising up from the tank. He threw his legs over the side and dropped to the floor.
That must be Braum, Tony surmised, his gaze glued to the male now stumbling to his feet.
Henry hissed in pain, drawing Tony’s attention back to the dilemma at hand.
“They are our human allies,” Braum demanded, staggering over to the tank that housed the angry Bracadyte. “Let him go.”
Gryke released his grip on Henry’s wrist and pinned Tony with a murderous stare. “Move back, human, else I will remove your head.”
“You can try,” Tony ground out, refusing to back down. “I’d be more than happy to leave you to die. The choice is yours. But we are leaving now. With or without you.”
Braum offered the other Bracadyte a hand and helped him from the tank before turning his attention to Tony. “What do you need us to do?”
Tony rubbed the back of his tense neck. “Are you strong enough to run?”
“We are stronger than the land walkers,” Gryke snarled, watching him with glittering eyes.
“That works for me,” Tony stated, returning his attention to the more civil of the Bracadytes. “Both of you, get back inside the tanks and remain as still as possible. Henry will summon Brandon back here. He will be our ticket out.”
“This Brandon is with you?” The question came from Braum.
“No. He is a highly decorated officer and therefore the perfect hostage in ensuring we make it out the gate and to the bay without a problem. You two will be home free once we reach the water.”
Braum nodded, climbing back over the side of his tank. “But what of you?”
“There’s a boat equipped with dive gear waiting for us beneath the Shalimar Bridge. We just have to
“You’ve been watching too many movies,” Glenn remarked. “You just need an ice-cold beverage and some sleep.”
Spivey laughed, finally meeting Glenn’s gaze. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I feel like I haven’t slept in days.”
“Neither of us have.”
Five minutes later, Glenn pulled into the parking lot of a local pub that specialized in wings.
He switched off the engine. “This is just what the doctor ordered. Tight T-shirts, short shorts, and all the suds you can handle.”
“Right on,” Spivey agreed, exiting the car and following Glenn to the double doors of the pub. “The waitresses are hot as hell in this place.”
Glenn pulled the door open, stepping back to allow Spivey to pass. “I hear that. I’ve never seen bodies as fine as the ones working here. Well, other than that female creature we brought in last year. Now that was a perfect ten if I’ve ever seen one.”
Spivey suddenly stopped. “That’s it. Now I remember where I’ve seen Farlow before.”
He turned and ran back toward the car, leaving Glenn no choice but to follow.
“What are you talking about?” Glenn demanded, digging his keys out of his pocket as he jogged along behind Spivey.
“That man is no master sergeant. He’s Anthony Vaughn.”
“Holy shit. Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.”
Chapter Fourteen
Tony watched as Henry disconnected the IV from a Bracadyte’s arm before moving to the other one and repeating the process. “Why are they not waking up?”
Henry peered down at one and lifted the Bracadyte’s eyelid. “I don’t know. What do I look like, the alien whisperer?”
“We have only minutes to get them out of here. The sun has set, which means we have a better chance under the cover of darkness.”
“I know. I don’t understand why they haven’t revived, unless we were too late.” Henry laid two fingers against the Bracadyte’s neck.
“Hominum,” the massive creature snarled, locking his hand around Henry’s wrist.
Tony sprang into action, gripping the Bracadyte’s arm and pulling with everything he had. “We are friends,” he bit out, attempting to dislodge the creature’s hold on Henry’s wrist.
“You will cease this, Gryke,” the other Bracadyte demanded, rising up from the tank. He threw his legs over the side and dropped to the floor.
That must be Braum, Tony surmised, his gaze glued to the male now stumbling to his feet.
Henry hissed in pain, drawing Tony’s attention back to the dilemma at hand.
“They are our human allies,” Braum demanded, staggering over to the tank that housed the angry Bracadyte. “Let him go.”
Gryke released his grip on Henry’s wrist and pinned Tony with a murderous stare. “Move back, human, else I will remove your head.”
“You can try,” Tony ground out, refusing to back down. “I’d be more than happy to leave you to die. The choice is yours. But we are leaving now. With or without you.”
Braum offered the other Bracadyte a hand and helped him from the tank before turning his attention to Tony. “What do you need us to do?”
Tony rubbed the back of his tense neck. “Are you strong enough to run?”
“We are stronger than the land walkers,” Gryke snarled, watching him with glittering eyes.
“That works for me,” Tony stated, returning his attention to the more civil of the Bracadytes. “Both of you, get back inside the tanks and remain as still as possible. Henry will summon Brandon back here. He will be our ticket out.”
“This Brandon is with you?” The question came from Braum.
“No. He is a highly decorated officer and therefore the perfect hostage in ensuring we make it out the gate and to the bay without a problem. You two will be home free once we reach the water.”
Braum nodded, climbing back over the side of his tank. “But what of you?”
“There’s a boat equipped with dive gear waiting for us beneath the Shalimar Bridge. We just have to
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