“He was their son, though, and that never makes it easier, no matter the risk or danger.”
She forces me to face her. “You can’t put this on yourself. You didn’t know this would happen. This could’ve been any one of you, and not Andros. He just happened to have been in the wrong place.”
“Serena, I’m not blaming myself for this. We did everything possible to ensure this wouldn’t happen. I don’t know how many times we went over the scenario. We even sent in another explorer when we were there. It still bewilders me how the hell they followed us. We thought we were away free and clear and suddenly, there they were. The Shaurok are not known for their wily ways.”
“Maybe they got a software upgrade,” she suggests and chuckles.
“It’s not a laughing matter.”
Then her brows knit together, like she does when her brain is in overdrive. “That’s not what I’m laughing at. I’m laughing at my idea. You know how you all have that MSI stuff planted in your gray matter? Well, maybe someone did that to them. Implanted something to make them smarter. You know, like a software upgrade. That’s what humans call it anyway. Maybe it’s given them the ability to deduce things they weren’t able to before.”
That’s an interesting notion, one I hadn’t even considered. “If that’s the case, we’re fucked. Come on.”
I call everyone into the conference center and have Serena explain what she suggested to me.
“Verus, Edge, is there any way to confirm this?”
Verus and Edge share a look before Verus responds. “Not unless we can capture one.”
“Let’s make it happen. If we can do that, it may bring us closer to our goal. And won’t it satisfy us if we can extract whatever data is on the thing, if there even is an implant in their tiny brains?”
All the men grin.
“How will you do it?” Serena asks.
“We go back to the base in Andromeda. They won’t expect our return, given our last visit,” I say.
“But wait. They knew you were coming. Won’t they know again?”
“I expect they will, but this time we will prepare for that.”
She shakes her head. “You can’t barge in and expect them to just say—oh hey, come on in. What can we do for you?”
The men chuckle. “Serena, we won’t. We’ll go in under transparency.”
“Didn’t you do that before? And didn’t they detect you before?”
“Yes, but we’ll find a break in their security, now that we know they have some sort of warning system established. We were naive before. This time, we tell no one of our plans. And that includes the League. This is to remain completely within the confines of this room. Am I clear?”
Everyone agrees.
“Excellent. Now I must inform Andros’ family of his life’s passing. I would like all of you present when I do this.”
It is a very unpleasant thing to tell a family that their son, brother, and loved one has been taken from them. I have been both at the giving and receiving end of these conversations and I forget how difficult it is until I have to tell a family again. His parents are devastated, but his brothers and sister are unresponsive. That response is worse, in my opinion. Not showing any emotion at all will be more difficult to deal with in the days ahead. And I understand that all too well.
“Please, if there’s anything at all that we can do, don’t hesitate to contact us.”
We make arrangements for Drey and Helios to return Andros’ body to Nyan’trua the next day. In the meantime, the men go to work assessing a better way to return to the place where the Shaurok are, but this time they look for a way to get in undetected.
Twenty-One
Serena
In the days since Andros’ death, there has been a shift in Sabin’s behavior. Actually, the shift has occurred in all the men. Sabin says he doesn’t blame himself, but I don’t believe him. He talks very little and spends most of his time in the sec center with Edge and Verus. I know he wants to make sure nothing happens on the next attempt to grab Judgment Day, but he’s not eating or sleeping and I’m not sure how to help him.
Walter is another problem. I love that puppy to pieces, but he is very demanding. Of course I don’t have anything to compare him to, but it seems that he isn’t content unless I am focused on him one hundred percent of the time. Who has time for this? Everything I read says that puppies sleep a lot. Apparently that doesn’t apply to Walter. All he does is eat, whine, bark, pee, poop, and want to play. I give him as much attention as I can, but I don’t have twenty-four free hours in the day. I swear that puppy never tires out. And talk about biting … my arms and hands are covered in bite marks from the little bugger. And I’m not talking about little nips. The sucker sinks his teeth in and draws blood. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear one of his parents was a piranha. I’ll admit I’m not the greatest when it comes to disciplining him. Every time he does something bad, he looks at me with those huge eyes, and I’m such a sucker, I end up kissing him instead of training him. He’s never going to learn not to do things, if I keep this up.
And then there is the deal with him chewing anything he can get his little razor teeth on—furniture legs, door frames, and shoes seem to be his favorites. If this puppy doesn’t drive me straight to the nut house, nothing will. The MSIs are handy for cleaning things up, but I wish they could teach Walter how to behave. My only reprieve is nighttime when I sleep.
Except I’m not sleeping anymore because I worry about Sabin. He’s turned into two segmented men. One is commanding his men, and the other is lost, unable to cope.
Sabin has known Rafe the longest, so I’ve decided to talk to him about it. One day, during dinner, it’s only the two of us so I decide to give it a go.
“Rafe, may I ask you something?” I’ve never quite warmed up to Rafe, like I have Edge, so this is a long stretch for me.
He takes his eyes off his plate and looks at me. “Not at all.” His tone isn’t very friendly, but then again, none of the men, other than Edge, are all that approachable or amiable. They are intimidating, but I won’t let that stop me.
“It’s about Sabin.”
“I figured as much. It’s not like you and I have a whole lot in common, Serena.” His tone is frigid and not at all welcoming.
My nerves have sucked all the saliva out of my mouth and I can’t seem to find enough to help swallow the brick in my throat. I’m not sure why he makes me so damned freaked out, but he does. I push past it and say, “I can’t reach him. He’s closed himself off and I don’t know what to do.”
Rafe narrows his eyes and says, “So, what do you want me to do about it? Rub his back?”
“Jesus, you’re a bigger asshole than he is. I want you to help him, dammit!”
“You’re the one with the fucking vagina. I would think you could do a better job of that than I.”
His comment shocks and outrages me so much I have no reply. There’s nothing for me to say to someone like him, so I walk away. As I’m leaving, he says, “If the heat is too much for you here, you can always leave, Serena.”
“Leave? And go where?” I stop and ask.
“Wherever the fuck it is you came from.”
His bitterness fills the room. I can practically feel its tang on my tongue. If ever I could form a clever response, I wish it would be now, but unfortunately, I revert to that little kid again, sitting on the bus, being bullied by my peers. My head dips down and I walk away, rubbing my sweaty palms on my shorts. The need to escape from Rafe is intense; I pick up my pace until I find myself out on the beach, running, alone. It’s dusk, but I don’t care. I run until my lungs scream for air and my thighs burn. It’s been so long since I’ve run I never want to stop. Tears blur my vision but it doesn’t matter. If I’d only run as a kid, maybe those stupid bullies wouldn’t have ruined my life. Then I think about what Rafe said. The sad thing is I couldn’t go home if I tried. I have no means to. With no money, no home, no job, how could I ever accomplish
that? And did they wipe me out when I left? Does Serena Callahan exist anymore? Does anyone even care about me? It’s not like anyone did before, so why would they now?
The moonlight shines a wide silvery path over the water, as it’s nearly dark by now. I take a seat on the white sand and dig my toes in deep, thinking about what a fucked up life I have. The only thing that mattered was getting my PhD, and now that has been ripped away. Sabin matters, but he’s drifting away, locked in his grief. He won’t let me in to help him. Rafe despises me for some unknown reason. Edge is fond of me, I think, but the others? I have no idea because they’re all so uncommunicative. All of this is better than living with my parents, but I want Sabin to come back to me. I wish I knew a way to get him to talk.
Looking down the beach, I see two figures headed my way. They must’ve guessed I was gone. I’m surprised it took them this long to figure it out. Usually they’re on it faster than this. I stand up to brush the sand off my shorts, and when I look up to say something, I realize my error. It’s not Sabin or any of his men. The red pupils that glow in the dark are the dead giveaways. And I know I’m in serious, if not fatal, trouble.
Then, one smiles at me. Yep, fatal trouble for sure. The pointed teeth and dripping saliva clue me in. Strangely enough, I’m not panicked. I know I should be, but right now my heart is so achingly heavy, I don’t really give a shit what happens to me. Foolish, I know, but all the adrenaline has left the building.
“Hello there. Out for a stroll?” I’m not sure they speak English, not to mention, what the hell kind of thing is that to say?
They stare. I don’t blame them. I would stare, too. Sabin says the Shaurok are not very intelligent, but I’m not acting like I have one active brain cell either. What am I thinking? Out for a stroll? As I’m having my mentally deranged internal dialogue, one of them sidles up to me and extends a hand. Talk about creepy. They’re white, and I’m talking chalky looking. Their skin looks luminous in the moonlight. Their fingernails are purplish-gray and pointy, like their teeth. The brightness of the moon only emphasizes their sinister appearance. I wish I couldn’t see them so well.
“You are the leader’s female.”
It’s a statement, not a question. His voice is disturbingly feminine, which makes him even spookier to me. For some reason, I expected a voice like Lord Voldemort, because in a way, that’s what they look like—hairless, pale, and just strange looking. But his ladylike voice totally throws me.
“I’m not so sure about that anymore.” A couple of weeks ago, yeah. Now, probably not. You don’t treat the woman you love way Sabin has been treating me lately.
My answer clearly throws him. He is unsure of what to do. His head tilts to different angles, slanting this way and that, and that’s when it hits me. He’s getting information from someone. It’s almost like he’s wired or perhaps he’s wearing a camera and someone is telling him what to do and say.
What should I do? Do I try to make a break for it? Would I even have any kind of chance if I did?
“What do you want from me? I have nothing.” I hold my hands up in the air for emphasis.
He rolls his head around, and is silent for a long, awkward moment. Then his eyes close, as his arm reaches out and his fingers wrap around my wrist. A eerie sensation begins to creep over me and pins and needles erupt all over my body, like when your hand or foot falls asleep and the blood starts to flow back in. My initial instinct is to shake my arms and legs to get that feeling to stop, but my limbs don’t respond. They won’t move at all. And now the panic sets in. The oxygen disappears and I can’t breathe, nor can I speak. Only then do I notice that my surroundings have changed. I’m no longer standing on the beach, with the silvery moon reflecting on the water. I’m soaring through the black vacuum of space, the Shaurok’s hand bracing my wrist, and this time I don’t want him to release me. If he does I’ll float off into this vast emptiness and surely die. How can I be out here without any kind of suit? Maybe that’s what he did to me when he touched me. I’m alive, so whatever it is it worked. But where are they taking me? Is it to the planet that Sabin and his men visited? I’m not sure how long I can stand not breathing. My lungs burn with the need for oxygen. But as the thought hits me, the searing ends and I instantly feel … good.
However, these two creatures are taking me somewhere, and it can’t be good. What Sabin has told me is they usually kill without mercy. So why didn’t they kill me? What do they want from me? It’s apparent someone is ordering them around. Sabin said something about a mastermind. Who is this person and what does he want from me? He must know I no longer have Judgment Day. Even though I’m still carrying about its imprint, I’m useless to him.
This whole abduction is senseless to me. I don’t have much time to puzzle this thing out because that funky feeling starts creeping over me again. We must be getting close to our destination. When those damn pins and needles and then the paralysis hit, I’m so preoccupied, I can’t focus on my surroundings. After it leaves me, I find myself face-to-face with a man.
What is it about aliens, or non-hominids, as Sabin prefers for them to be called? Are they all perfect in their appearance? Other than the Shaurok, who are the creepiest fuckers ever, every one of them I’ve seen is the epitome of beauty. The man who stands before me, while not quite as tall as Sabin and his men, is the most gorgeous living being I’ve ever laid eyes on. Though he’s not old, he has silver hair that is so unusual, I want to reach out and glide my fingers through it, just to see if it’s real. His eyes are like nothing I’ve ever seen. Edged in the brightest turquoise, his irises are silver, the exact color of his hair. Symmetry doesn’t exist in humanity. Draw a line down anyone’s face and compare each half separately, and you will find vast differences. When I stare intently at this man’s, his face is perfectly symmetrical. The magnetism of it is so acute, my hand is on his cheek before I can help myself. But as soon as I touch him, he steps back as though my fingers burn him.
His scorching gaze overpowers me to the point I have to look away after a few seconds. Who is this man and what is he?
“You will answer all my questions as I ask them.”
His voice sends an intense surge of sexual need through me.
“And if I don’t?” My own voice trembles as I reply.
“There is no option.”
We’ll see about that.
“Yes, we will.”
“Are all you fuckers mind readers?”
“I don’t know about every fucker, but I am.”
The way he uses the word fucker, indicates to me he’s unfamiliar with the term. I almost want to smile. Almost.
“Sabin, your leader. What are his plans?”
“I don’t know.” It’s partly true. He’s only told me the basics.
“Liar. What are his plans? Tell me or it becomes … difficult for you.”
“What do you think his plans are? And why do you think I know?”
“You are his woman. If I knew, I wouldn’t ask you.”
“I’m no longer his woman.”
It’s always the eyes. They are the windows to the soul. His morph from silver edged in turquoise to solid turquoise. I’m hypnotized as I watch the turquoise seep into the silver, obliterating it. His voice deepens into a rich hum that echoes in my head until it brings me to my knees. It’s not painful, although it siphons my strength from me, leaving me weak and on my knees.
“Tell me what I wish to know.”
“He plans to return to the place of the Shaurok.”
“When?”
“I don’t know.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Where is Paradox?”
“I don’t know. I think they plan to move it though.”
“Where?”
“To Sabin’s house.”
“When?”
“When the vault and security are complete.”
“Very good.”
He blinks and the hold over me is broken. I fa
ce plant onto the floor. Hands lift me up, though I don’t know whose.
“What are you going to do with me?”
He smiles and I nearly melt at his feet. He wears no shoes and the thought strikes me then that I would kiss those feet if he’d ask me to. What the hell is wrong with me? Shaking my head, I slap the side of it.
“Your Sabin will come for you. I will kill him after he gives me Paradox.”
This makes me laugh. And laugh. My mind must have reached its maximum payload and must be cracking. The reality of what I face is bleak. Sabin can’t give up Paradox. That’s ludicrous. He knows that. The universe’s existence depends on that. If he does, we all die. If he doesn’t, I die. This is the ultimate no win scenario, exactly like the Kobayashi Maru Starfleet training test from Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan.
The tiny spark of hope I held that Sabin and The Seven would burst in here, guns ablazin’, and save the damsel in distress has just dissipated like a puff of smoke.
“He’s not just going to hand it over to you.”
Silvery man, who’s never told me his name, does an odd thing with his head. He tilts it all around, as though he’s processing what I’ve told him.
“You think not?” he asks.
“I know he won’t.” I hold out my arms in front of him, side by side, signaling him to take me prisoner. “You may as well kill me now. I hold no meaning for Sabin now.”
“You lie.”
“He hasn’t spoken more than ten words to me in a week. Save yourself the trouble and kill me now.”
As I stand in front of him, he walks a circle around me. When he does, my sexual need for him expands. I have to cross my legs and clench them together because it’s damned uncomfortable. Why does he have this power over me?
He takes a handful of my hair and rubs it between his thumb and fingers. I suddenly have a glimpse, a brief image in my mind of Sabin doing the very same thing. I want to pull my hair out of his grasp, but I’m unable to. I’m in that crazy state of paralysis again, arms and legs numb and non-responsive to my commands.
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