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that would keep the raw edge of her newly dredged memories from overwhelming her.
Night had now taken hold outside and Katherine dug her hands deep into her coat pockets as she headed across the park, not really caring which direction she went in. She had a comm unit with her in case she got lost and needed a cab.
Katherine found herself wandering in the direction she thought Liam had said some good dance clubs were located, but once she came out of the park, all she found was high rise housing.
Should I give Liam a call? But Katherine immediately dismissed the thought. If she was going to be with someone tonight, she would prefer it to be with someone that will never be seen again.
Maybe these clubs are located behind this housing estate? Katherine walked several blocks, keeping her ears pricked for the slightest sounds of music, but all she could hear was the quietness of people settling in their homes for the night. The streets looked deserted and the farther she walked, the more depressing the buildings and atmosphere became.
This is hopeless. Katherine stopped suddenly on the footpath and looked about her. Might as well head back to the park and grab a cab back to the port.
As she turned to head back, Katherine heard the scrape of metal as something moved in the covered doorway across the street. The quietness magnified the sound and it sparked a surge of emotion within her, triggered by the fresh memories of Yunga. She tensed as five figures bled out from the darkness across the street and slowly moved to form a loose semi circle around her.
Great. Just my luck!
Katherine moved back closer to the wall.
“Just look what we have here,” one man said. “Bloody thieving Alliance scum,” said another. “We don’t want no Val Myrans here!”
Katherine frowned. There were only five of them, she had survived worse odds. There was a strong smell of alcohol in the air but these men did not act intoxicated. Katherine kept silent and readied herself.
“You should never have wandered out of the estate.” The man closest to her jerked his head toward the end of the street. Then there was the brief flash of steel and they rushed her.
Katherine pushed forward and grabbed the first body that came within reach and threw him hard into the wall behind her. Bracing an elbow, she rammed it back behind her and heard the satisfying crunch of ribs. That body fell away and Katherine swung out a leg as someone grabbed her other arm. Her deck boot met soft flesh and the scream told her that the man’s knee was crushed, but searing pain bought Katherine’s attention back to the grip on her arm. “Got you bitch!” The last man looped an arm around Katherine’s throat and the other pulled his knife from her arm and held it to her jaw.
Katherine stilled. Her injured arm hung at her side and she could feel blood trickling between her fingers.
“Fucking Bitch,” the man with the knife spat at her. “You’ll pay for this.”
Her legs were still free and the man’s groin was very tempting, but before Katherine could act she heard the crack of a fist meeting flesh and felt the arm around her throat slip away.
Knife man jumped back, holding the blade uncertainly before him. The knife was small and it glistened with her blood. But the man had not jumped back far enough. Katherine flicked out her leg before the man could react and felt the toe of her boot bury itself in the softness of the man’s genitals. As he doubled over in pain, he dropped the knife and Katherine gave him a solid punch to the side of the head, knocking him out cold.
“Bastards,” she muttered as her injured arm began to throb.
“Are you okay?”
Katherine swung around, subconsciously noting that all of her attackers were unconscious.
“Yeah...” the rest of her words froze in her throat as she looked at the tall man shaking out a knuckle grazed hand. Sandy haired, blue eyed and
Night had now taken hold outside and Katherine dug her hands deep into her coat pockets as she headed across the park, not really caring which direction she went in. She had a comm unit with her in case she got lost and needed a cab.
Katherine found herself wandering in the direction she thought Liam had said some good dance clubs were located, but once she came out of the park, all she found was high rise housing.
Should I give Liam a call? But Katherine immediately dismissed the thought. If she was going to be with someone tonight, she would prefer it to be with someone that will never be seen again.
Maybe these clubs are located behind this housing estate? Katherine walked several blocks, keeping her ears pricked for the slightest sounds of music, but all she could hear was the quietness of people settling in their homes for the night. The streets looked deserted and the farther she walked, the more depressing the buildings and atmosphere became.
This is hopeless. Katherine stopped suddenly on the footpath and looked about her. Might as well head back to the park and grab a cab back to the port.
As she turned to head back, Katherine heard the scrape of metal as something moved in the covered doorway across the street. The quietness magnified the sound and it sparked a surge of emotion within her, triggered by the fresh memories of Yunga. She tensed as five figures bled out from the darkness across the street and slowly moved to form a loose semi circle around her.
Great. Just my luck!
Katherine moved back closer to the wall.
“Just look what we have here,” one man said. “Bloody thieving Alliance scum,” said another. “We don’t want no Val Myrans here!”
Katherine frowned. There were only five of them, she had survived worse odds. There was a strong smell of alcohol in the air but these men did not act intoxicated. Katherine kept silent and readied herself.
“You should never have wandered out of the estate.” The man closest to her jerked his head toward the end of the street. Then there was the brief flash of steel and they rushed her.
Katherine pushed forward and grabbed the first body that came within reach and threw him hard into the wall behind her. Bracing an elbow, she rammed it back behind her and heard the satisfying crunch of ribs. That body fell away and Katherine swung out a leg as someone grabbed her other arm. Her deck boot met soft flesh and the scream told her that the man’s knee was crushed, but searing pain bought Katherine’s attention back to the grip on her arm. “Got you bitch!” The last man looped an arm around Katherine’s throat and the other pulled his knife from her arm and held it to her jaw.
Katherine stilled. Her injured arm hung at her side and she could feel blood trickling between her fingers.
“Fucking Bitch,” the man with the knife spat at her. “You’ll pay for this.”
Her legs were still free and the man’s groin was very tempting, but before Katherine could act she heard the crack of a fist meeting flesh and felt the arm around her throat slip away.
Knife man jumped back, holding the blade uncertainly before him. The knife was small and it glistened with her blood. But the man had not jumped back far enough. Katherine flicked out her leg before the man could react and felt the toe of her boot bury itself in the softness of the man’s genitals. As he doubled over in pain, he dropped the knife and Katherine gave him a solid punch to the side of the head, knocking him out cold.
“Bastards,” she muttered as her injured arm began to throb.
“Are you okay?”
Katherine swung around, subconsciously noting that all of her attackers were unconscious.
“Yeah...” the rest of her words froze in her throat as she looked at the tall man shaking out a knuckle grazed hand. Sandy haired, blue eyed and
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