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before he answered the call.
“Ahh, Colonel Rhade.” He kept his voice level and polite as he dropped into the chair in front of the desk. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Arita Rhade considered him from the other side of the screen. A formidable woman, she was from a warrior race like his little kitten, or in Rhade’s case…two, the heritage of both written in ridges that ran down the centre of her forehead right onto her nose. Her eyes, almost snakelike in their intensity, studied him without blinking.
“Admiral Buchanan.” Was it just him or did her eyes flick down to the nail marks Kelis had left across his chest during their third…or was it fourth…session? Her expression didn’t alter as she looked him in the eyes. “I just wanted to inform you that a new, enhanced security detail will be with you in around ten hours.”
“Oh?” He leaned back in his chair, keeping his face as poker-straight as Rhade’s. “And what if I don’t want a new security detail? Vann is proving more than capable.”
There was the flick downward of her gaze again, and this time, Rhade’s lips did almost quirk into a smile. “So I can see. However, Vann was only on loan to us for a short period. She’s being recalled to her own unit.”
Crap. She wasn’t fleet. If her own wanted her back, there wasn’t much he could do about that. Not wanting to discuss it with Rhade, Gabe just nodded.
“Understood. As soon as your team arrives, she is free to leave.”
----
B uchanan was an animal in bed . Even now, hours after they’d left his quarters for court, Kelis’ knees were still weak.
Standing to one side of the courtroom, she gave every impression she was paying no attention whatsoever to the proceedings. Instead her focus on the room and its occupants was as a good little bodyguard should.
Which she was, but in a quiet courtroom on a mostly secure planet with only two exits that she could clearly see, she could relax a little. It wasn’t like she had to protect him in the middle of an enemy-infested trench system that was both booby-trapped and open to air strike. She swept an eye over the people who sat in the rows nearer the back of the room watching the trial. Like the jury and administrative staff, each one had been scanned and searched for the presence of any kind of weapon and had come up clean. If any of them were a serious hand-to-hand threat, she was a Hasang’s uncle.
Which meant she could relax a little and watch Buchanan out of the corner of her eye. It seemed every movement he made as he questioned the defendant was designed to tease and torment her. Who would have thought such a sexual beast lurked beneath the well-cut suit? He’d been insatiable, his stamina easily a match for hers, even with her years of battlefield experience. They’d done it against possibly every surface in his room, and in the shower as well. Just the memory made her flush a little and she shifted her stance.
That half second of inattention, though, was enough to bring everything crashing down. As she looked up, she caught sight of a movement from the back of the room. A little old lady in Sanlian robes stood, her movements way too smooth for her seemingly advanced years, and pulled something from her purse.
Kelis’ eyes widened as she recognised the snub-nosed design of a particularly nasty tripoly-ceramic blaster. The things were so experimental she’d only seen blueprint sketches on one of the weaponry sites she frequented on the Alliance system’s comms net, but it would easily fool the scanners.
“Shooter! Down,” Kelis bellowed as the woman lifted the blaster, already hurtling herself across the gap between her and Buchanan. The rest of the people in the room weren’t hers to protect, just him, so she had to put them from her mind as she collided with his solid body, spinning him so that she took the blast across her shoulder.
There was no pain at first. Just the same sort of feeling as when she’d been
“Ahh, Colonel Rhade.” He kept his voice level and polite as he dropped into the chair in front of the desk. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Arita Rhade considered him from the other side of the screen. A formidable woman, she was from a warrior race like his little kitten, or in Rhade’s case…two, the heritage of both written in ridges that ran down the centre of her forehead right onto her nose. Her eyes, almost snakelike in their intensity, studied him without blinking.
“Admiral Buchanan.” Was it just him or did her eyes flick down to the nail marks Kelis had left across his chest during their third…or was it fourth…session? Her expression didn’t alter as she looked him in the eyes. “I just wanted to inform you that a new, enhanced security detail will be with you in around ten hours.”
“Oh?” He leaned back in his chair, keeping his face as poker-straight as Rhade’s. “And what if I don’t want a new security detail? Vann is proving more than capable.”
There was the flick downward of her gaze again, and this time, Rhade’s lips did almost quirk into a smile. “So I can see. However, Vann was only on loan to us for a short period. She’s being recalled to her own unit.”
Crap. She wasn’t fleet. If her own wanted her back, there wasn’t much he could do about that. Not wanting to discuss it with Rhade, Gabe just nodded.
“Understood. As soon as your team arrives, she is free to leave.”
----
B uchanan was an animal in bed . Even now, hours after they’d left his quarters for court, Kelis’ knees were still weak.
Standing to one side of the courtroom, she gave every impression she was paying no attention whatsoever to the proceedings. Instead her focus on the room and its occupants was as a good little bodyguard should.
Which she was, but in a quiet courtroom on a mostly secure planet with only two exits that she could clearly see, she could relax a little. It wasn’t like she had to protect him in the middle of an enemy-infested trench system that was both booby-trapped and open to air strike. She swept an eye over the people who sat in the rows nearer the back of the room watching the trial. Like the jury and administrative staff, each one had been scanned and searched for the presence of any kind of weapon and had come up clean. If any of them were a serious hand-to-hand threat, she was a Hasang’s uncle.
Which meant she could relax a little and watch Buchanan out of the corner of her eye. It seemed every movement he made as he questioned the defendant was designed to tease and torment her. Who would have thought such a sexual beast lurked beneath the well-cut suit? He’d been insatiable, his stamina easily a match for hers, even with her years of battlefield experience. They’d done it against possibly every surface in his room, and in the shower as well. Just the memory made her flush a little and she shifted her stance.
That half second of inattention, though, was enough to bring everything crashing down. As she looked up, she caught sight of a movement from the back of the room. A little old lady in Sanlian robes stood, her movements way too smooth for her seemingly advanced years, and pulled something from her purse.
Kelis’ eyes widened as she recognised the snub-nosed design of a particularly nasty tripoly-ceramic blaster. The things were so experimental she’d only seen blueprint sketches on one of the weaponry sites she frequented on the Alliance system’s comms net, but it would easily fool the scanners.
“Shooter! Down,” Kelis bellowed as the woman lifted the blaster, already hurtling herself across the gap between her and Buchanan. The rest of the people in the room weren’t hers to protect, just him, so she had to put them from her mind as she collided with his solid body, spinning him so that she took the blast across her shoulder.
There was no pain at first. Just the same sort of feeling as when she’d been
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