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could be replaced. It
would take an Imperial vessel five days to be within range of the
next satellite system.
    They would be on Sakura and on their
way long before then.
    Raesa wondered at what point she’d
decided to stay with Na’varr and Brom. It didn’t matter if they
thought it was a bad idea or not. She’d convince them to let her
remain by their sides. Once she had her father’s legacy, she’d have
one last mission and then she was free to travel the
stars.
     

 
Chapter
Seven
    So far so good. They’d managed to make it past initial security
with her tools mostly intact, though there was a rough moment where
a pat down grope nearly cost the bastard his life. Na’varr had kept
Brom in check, but just barely. He still fumed beside her while
they stood in a corner of the waiting room. With his hair pulled
back in a tight ponytail, you could easily make out the stripes on
his skin.
    “What do you think?” Brom pitched the
question for her ears alone. They’d chosen the mercenary speak as
their primary language, but it didn’t matter.
    “We’re being recorded. Voice and
visual. I don’t know the quality, but the set up stinks of it.
They’re waiting for someone.” She could make out one camera, but
there could be dozens and she wouldn’t know it.
    “Who are they waiting for?”
    “Whoever wants Na’varr dead or
captured.”
    Brom nodded. She’d likely confirmed his
own thoughts. Even though they were in a life or death situation,
it felt like the hybrid was testing her. Worry ate at her, but she
tried to keep her doubts stuffed away.
    She’d gone over the plan in detail.
According to Na’varr’s navigator, the standard operating procedure
of these hustlers involved separating officials from their body
slaves as soon as possible. So far Na’varr had managed to keep them
together, but it wouldn’t be long before they’d be split up. When
that happened, things would move at lightning speed. Otherwise,
Na’varr’s life and those of his crew would be in danger.
    The door opened and an annoyingly
chipper official walked in. “Sorry for the delay, Mr. Varrian. Our
supervisor is on leave so we had to wait for our commander’s call.
We have him on satellite in the other room if you’ll follow
me.”
    Na’varr gestured toward them and Raesa
pushed away from the wall.
    “I’m sorry sir, we don’t allow pets in
the conference room.”
    Pets? Raesa moved and Brom caught her
wrist. She caught the negative shake to his head.
    Na’varr stared down the little man
until he fidgeted. “Show me to the conference room. If something
happens to my slaves, I’ll ensure the replacement compensation will
come from your pay.”
    The man laughed. “They’re just
hybrids.”
    Anger burned through Raesa, but she
kept it in. She glanced at Brom and found him completely relaxed
with a bored look on his face.
    Na’varr glanced in their direction.
“They’re highly trained pleasure slaves. It took years to mold them
to my needs.”
    “No one will bother them.”
    “Both of you stay put,” Na’varr
commanded and both she and Brom bowed in acquiescence.
    They left. “Stay safe,” she
muttered.
    She ignored Brom and walked around the
room. There were two maintenance panels and nothing else on the
smooth walls.
    Brom watched her every move. She paused
in front of the door and pressed her palm against it. Surprisingly,
it opened. A guard turned to face her. Raesa glanced back at
Brom.
    “He told us to stay here,” Brom
warned.
    “I’m a cat. I do what I
want.”
    “You can’t leave,” the guard glared at
her and pointed back into the room.
    She smiled and leaned close to his
face. She eyed his chest where the name Monarch was stitched in
perfect Imperial script. “Take me for a walk, Mr. Monarch. I need
to use the lady’s room. Unless you’d like to clean up the mess in
here…” She let it trail off and he sighed.
    “Fine. Both of you with me,
then.”
    “Why me? I don’t need to
go.”
    Monarch