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would not be party to mass murder. He would free these people.
Then he’d hand-deliver a little payback to Bug-ugly and his stinky green friend, Mopus.
Admiral, I have detected Security Chief Rome’s signature on Level Nine, among the Freedman clan.
Which meant nothing, since he hadn’t a clue where he was in relation. And Keyes?
She is assigned to the pleasure rooms.
Fuck. His Communications officer would kill someone if her memories returned in the middle of coitus. Hell, she was probably going to hunt down anyone she’d been with, after she remembered her vows to Rome.
As for the Chief, Rome would kill everyone who looked at his wife.
Block their reintegration until I can reach them. Bei didn’t blame either of them. If it was Nell… My wife.
Not registering Nell Stafford’s bio-signature.
He relaxed a little. She wasn’t here. She didn’t need to be rescued. Good, Bei could focus on his duty. The first duty of a captured Syn-En is to escape. Time to do his duty. Show me a schematic of the mine, highlighting our positions.
Closing his eyes, he watched the labyrinth of tunnels form in his mind, with caverns and blind ends. A red triangle marked his location in the middle of a long chain near the bottom. A blue circle identified Rome, six levels above. Near the top of the image, a red heart with Keyes’s name walked along a corridor.
She wasn’t alone.
He’d have to get to her first. Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be a direct route. In fact, he’d have to go down into the mines to go up to the pleasure level.
Admiral, I believe you and the others are being monitored. Purple blossomed on every level of the schematic. Two dozen or more. Energy signals indicated the presence of weapons. According to the Skaperian database, they are Scraptors——the enforcers of the Founding Five.
Of course, he’d be watched and surrounded by ET thugs. Good thing he liked a challenge. Find me any weakness in their armor and blind spots in the surveillance.
Gravel crunched nearby.
“If he’s not a Ming, then what clan does he belong to?”
Bei compared her speech patterns to those in his memory banks. He had not met her before.
“Abraham must be mistaken. All the slant eyes belong to the Mings.”
That voice he recognized. The leader of the red hashtag clan. The one who ordered Bei attacked and trussed like a pig. He rewound his memory to the man seen talking to the leader and tossed the image into his cerebral interface for identification.
The information snapped back. Abraham. Deutche clan. Informant for Scraptor Eadse.
There was a spy in Bei’s midst. Compression alerts flared yellow, and he forced his hands to relax. Traitors should be punished.
“Abraham gets his information directly from that bitch, Eadse.” The woman huffed. “You know what he has to do to get a little extra rations for us. You may be our leader, Job, but he helps to maintain our numbers, too.”
Bei suspended Abraham’s death warrant. The man might just be doing what he needed to do to help his clan survive. As for the leader, Job… Bei classified the attack. Protecting loved ones was not a crime. Humans on Earth had done the same thing, and they had known the Syn-En’s true nature.
Now, the fear and distrust arose from the shape of his eyes.
A very Human trait.
Funny, how it didn’t make him feel better.
Nell would probably use some movie analogy to explain it. His artificial heart jumped over a beat. His wife had to be alive and getting into trouble. And Elvis the feather-face was probably encouraging it.
“If all the Mings were killed in the cave-in on Micor-Five, then we should have him swear allegiance to the Deutche.”
Job sighed. “Miriam…”
“He is young, strong, and healthy.” Miriam cleared her throat. “Well, he was before you beat him senseless. And with ten of our strongest killed in the cave-in, we need workers. We have two pregnant women, we need those rations.”
Bei opened his eyes
Then he’d hand-deliver a little payback to Bug-ugly and his stinky green friend, Mopus.
Admiral, I have detected Security Chief Rome’s signature on Level Nine, among the Freedman clan.
Which meant nothing, since he hadn’t a clue where he was in relation. And Keyes?
She is assigned to the pleasure rooms.
Fuck. His Communications officer would kill someone if her memories returned in the middle of coitus. Hell, she was probably going to hunt down anyone she’d been with, after she remembered her vows to Rome.
As for the Chief, Rome would kill everyone who looked at his wife.
Block their reintegration until I can reach them. Bei didn’t blame either of them. If it was Nell… My wife.
Not registering Nell Stafford’s bio-signature.
He relaxed a little. She wasn’t here. She didn’t need to be rescued. Good, Bei could focus on his duty. The first duty of a captured Syn-En is to escape. Time to do his duty. Show me a schematic of the mine, highlighting our positions.
Closing his eyes, he watched the labyrinth of tunnels form in his mind, with caverns and blind ends. A red triangle marked his location in the middle of a long chain near the bottom. A blue circle identified Rome, six levels above. Near the top of the image, a red heart with Keyes’s name walked along a corridor.
She wasn’t alone.
He’d have to get to her first. Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be a direct route. In fact, he’d have to go down into the mines to go up to the pleasure level.
Admiral, I believe you and the others are being monitored. Purple blossomed on every level of the schematic. Two dozen or more. Energy signals indicated the presence of weapons. According to the Skaperian database, they are Scraptors——the enforcers of the Founding Five.
Of course, he’d be watched and surrounded by ET thugs. Good thing he liked a challenge. Find me any weakness in their armor and blind spots in the surveillance.
Gravel crunched nearby.
“If he’s not a Ming, then what clan does he belong to?”
Bei compared her speech patterns to those in his memory banks. He had not met her before.
“Abraham must be mistaken. All the slant eyes belong to the Mings.”
That voice he recognized. The leader of the red hashtag clan. The one who ordered Bei attacked and trussed like a pig. He rewound his memory to the man seen talking to the leader and tossed the image into his cerebral interface for identification.
The information snapped back. Abraham. Deutche clan. Informant for Scraptor Eadse.
There was a spy in Bei’s midst. Compression alerts flared yellow, and he forced his hands to relax. Traitors should be punished.
“Abraham gets his information directly from that bitch, Eadse.” The woman huffed. “You know what he has to do to get a little extra rations for us. You may be our leader, Job, but he helps to maintain our numbers, too.”
Bei suspended Abraham’s death warrant. The man might just be doing what he needed to do to help his clan survive. As for the leader, Job… Bei classified the attack. Protecting loved ones was not a crime. Humans on Earth had done the same thing, and they had known the Syn-En’s true nature.
Now, the fear and distrust arose from the shape of his eyes.
A very Human trait.
Funny, how it didn’t make him feel better.
Nell would probably use some movie analogy to explain it. His artificial heart jumped over a beat. His wife had to be alive and getting into trouble. And Elvis the feather-face was probably encouraging it.
“If all the Mings were killed in the cave-in on Micor-Five, then we should have him swear allegiance to the Deutche.”
Job sighed. “Miriam…”
“He is young, strong, and healthy.” Miriam cleared her throat. “Well, he was before you beat him senseless. And with ten of our strongest killed in the cave-in, we need workers. We have two pregnant women, we need those rations.”
Bei opened his eyes
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