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that didn’t mean anything, did it? “Why do you want the human and Ba’Tuan Accord to fail? Our combined strength—”
“Oh, stop chattering at me. You’re not as dumb as you make out. Surely you know? My lover was your mother’s partner for years. He wasn’t human or Ba’Tuan .” The final words were triumphant, and a glimmer of amusement filled her eyes.
Dria’s belly cramped. The Galecian ? “You aren’t one of them?”
“Oh no. They weren’t really interested in me when they came to retrieve Garret, but I offered them a deal. Something far more...long term. I offered to destroy the agreement between the humans and Ba’Tuans if they would in turn give me supplies. Oh, and I demanded revenge on your mother. Anything I want they give me because they want Earth to join their alliance.”
A chill invaded Dria’s body. The Galecians weren’t a species to form any kind of alliance with. They invaded, took slaves, and killed indiscriminately. A quick glance in Floss’s direction told her there was no way the woman would listen rationally to anything she had to say on the matter.
Still, Dria needed to make one final attempt. “Look, Floss. Let me help you. You let me go and—”
The woman barked out a laugh—menacing and deep. For the first time Dria felt fear for herself.
“Dear, no matter what you do, the Galecians and I will rid Earth of the Ba’Tuan plague. Now, make yourself comfortable. They’ll be here soon for you.” With that, Floss rose and left her alone.
Hurry up, Marcus. Otherwise I’m in deep trouble.
* * * *
They transmitted to the location they’d chosen and Marcus cursed as a frond hit him in the face.
“Where the hell are we?” His furious snarl left several men recoiling.
“Sir, we’re less than a kilometer from the Turana’s location. By my calculations, we need to head over this rise and in the middle of the valley we’ll find wherever she’s being held.
Marcus grunted and checked his stingray-450 semi-automatic rifle. After a week of urban fieldwork it felt odd in his hand—clumsy and unwieldy. He checked the terrain before striding out. The rest of his team would follow.
The ground beneath his feet crunched, and he silently cursed. It didn’t help that his mind told him to slow down and plan, while his heart screamed there was little time left.
They moved as swiftly as possible, but took more care and attention as they ascended the ridge. At the top, he dragged field glasses from his utility belt. Nestled within the trees was a small house.
With swift movements, he silently organized his team. Three would head to the back of the property once he’d signaled it was safe. He and three others would take the main entrance.
Disquiet filled him. Where were the guards that should be posted? The Incubi had successfully caused urban chaos, but here, there should be at least five or more guards posted. None of this made sense to him. It seemed like they didn’t realize the gravity of the situation should they be detected. Or was there more?
He signaled for the group to advance, and he realized the building was more like a multi-roomed hut. Decrepit with shingles in need of replacing.
At the edge of the treeline, they stilled and Marcus waited, hidden by a tree fern. No movement. Odd.
Two grotty windows flanked the front door. Four small steps and a broken handrail led to the front door he wanted to avoid, at least until he knew he wasn’t endangering Dria by entering. The windows had no curtains, so he’d need to be careful peering in. He needed to know exactly where they’d stashed Dria before entering the cottage.
The thumping of his heart crashed in his chest.
One click of his comm unit told them he was going in alone.
He advanced slowly, his eyes moving left and right. A bird in the distance screeched and took flight, and Marcus stilled. Waited.
The building was less than ten meters now and he dashed toward it, careful to scoot along the outer walls
“Oh, stop chattering at me. You’re not as dumb as you make out. Surely you know? My lover was your mother’s partner for years. He wasn’t human or Ba’Tuan .” The final words were triumphant, and a glimmer of amusement filled her eyes.
Dria’s belly cramped. The Galecian ? “You aren’t one of them?”
“Oh no. They weren’t really interested in me when they came to retrieve Garret, but I offered them a deal. Something far more...long term. I offered to destroy the agreement between the humans and Ba’Tuans if they would in turn give me supplies. Oh, and I demanded revenge on your mother. Anything I want they give me because they want Earth to join their alliance.”
A chill invaded Dria’s body. The Galecians weren’t a species to form any kind of alliance with. They invaded, took slaves, and killed indiscriminately. A quick glance in Floss’s direction told her there was no way the woman would listen rationally to anything she had to say on the matter.
Still, Dria needed to make one final attempt. “Look, Floss. Let me help you. You let me go and—”
The woman barked out a laugh—menacing and deep. For the first time Dria felt fear for herself.
“Dear, no matter what you do, the Galecians and I will rid Earth of the Ba’Tuan plague. Now, make yourself comfortable. They’ll be here soon for you.” With that, Floss rose and left her alone.
Hurry up, Marcus. Otherwise I’m in deep trouble.
* * * *
They transmitted to the location they’d chosen and Marcus cursed as a frond hit him in the face.
“Where the hell are we?” His furious snarl left several men recoiling.
“Sir, we’re less than a kilometer from the Turana’s location. By my calculations, we need to head over this rise and in the middle of the valley we’ll find wherever she’s being held.
Marcus grunted and checked his stingray-450 semi-automatic rifle. After a week of urban fieldwork it felt odd in his hand—clumsy and unwieldy. He checked the terrain before striding out. The rest of his team would follow.
The ground beneath his feet crunched, and he silently cursed. It didn’t help that his mind told him to slow down and plan, while his heart screamed there was little time left.
They moved as swiftly as possible, but took more care and attention as they ascended the ridge. At the top, he dragged field glasses from his utility belt. Nestled within the trees was a small house.
With swift movements, he silently organized his team. Three would head to the back of the property once he’d signaled it was safe. He and three others would take the main entrance.
Disquiet filled him. Where were the guards that should be posted? The Incubi had successfully caused urban chaos, but here, there should be at least five or more guards posted. None of this made sense to him. It seemed like they didn’t realize the gravity of the situation should they be detected. Or was there more?
He signaled for the group to advance, and he realized the building was more like a multi-roomed hut. Decrepit with shingles in need of replacing.
At the edge of the treeline, they stilled and Marcus waited, hidden by a tree fern. No movement. Odd.
Two grotty windows flanked the front door. Four small steps and a broken handrail led to the front door he wanted to avoid, at least until he knew he wasn’t endangering Dria by entering. The windows had no curtains, so he’d need to be careful peering in. He needed to know exactly where they’d stashed Dria before entering the cottage.
The thumping of his heart crashed in his chest.
One click of his comm unit told them he was going in alone.
He advanced slowly, his eyes moving left and right. A bird in the distance screeched and took flight, and Marcus stilled. Waited.
The building was less than ten meters now and he dashed toward it, careful to scoot along the outer walls
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