Blaze: Galaxy Alien Mail Order Brides (Intergalactic Dating Agency)

by Michelle M. Pillow

  “Vin, Kal, come on!” Sev yelled.

  “Left jacket pocket.” Bruce gave her a sad look. “And no hitting like a girl. Make it look good, will you?”

  “Thank you,” Cynthia answered. She slammed the gun against his head, knocking him unconscious.

  “Remind me not to make you mad,” Angela stated. She reached to take the gun and shoved it into her purse.

  Cynthia leaned over to check Bruce’s pulse and straightened his limbs, so they weren’t at an awkward angle. She then reached into his jacket pocket and found two full canisters of the chemical restraint.

  “We need to leave.” Sev took Cynthia’s arm and tugged her toward the elevators.

  “You could have waited,” Cynthia said. “I had him convinced to go downstairs with me to check the high roller tables.”

  “I’m not going anywhere without you, Cynthia,” Sev said. “I promised you I wouldn’t let them harm you and I meant it. Don’t you ever try to leave again, not unless that is what you really want.”

  “We don’t have time for this,” Angela inserted, stopping their conversation. She held up the maid’s door key that Cynthia had stolen. “Let’s take the service elevator.”

  Sev stayed close to Cynthia. None of them spoke as they rode the elevator down to the kitchens. Cynthia stared at the numbers counting down above their heads. Sev gazed at her. She was everything he could ever want in life. The fear of seeing her run toward danger wouldn’t leave him.

  “Try to look upset and follow my lead,” Angela said to the group as she handed Cynthia her purse. “I know what security looks for.”

  The elevator doors opened, and Angela stepped through them. Even though she wasn’t in uniform, she moved like she belonged amongst the staff.

  “Right this way, please,” she said loudly to the group, before gesturing at the staff to step aside. “We will have you at your destination in a moment. And, again, I would like to apologize on behalf of the hotel and casino for the inconvenience you have experienced. We can assure you that it is our intention to exceed customer expectations, and this has never happened in the history of our hotel.”

  “I should hope not,” Carrie answered, her tone strangely cold. Sev looked at her but did not question the play the girls put on. “Do you know who my father is? Do you know who I am?”

  Angela directed meaningful looks to the staff, and her tone caused them to move out of the way of the possibly angry patrons. Angela stopped long enough to ask a maid, “Parking garage?”

  The woman pointed to the left. “It’s just through there.”

  “You were amazing, moonbeam,” Vin said when they moved into a quiet corridor leading to the parking garage.

  “Excuse me?” a woman yelled from behind them.

  “Shit,” Angela grumbled. Softly, she said, “No one look. Walk faster.”

  “Hey, I said excuse me,” the voice demanded louder than before. “I need to see your ID.”

  Sev felt Cynthia slow. When he turned to glance at her, she was looking behind them. A redheaded woman in black clothing pursued them.

  “That’s not hotel security,” Cynthia said. “Run. Now!”

  Instantly the group obeyed. They ran down the corridor with the woman coming up behind them at a fast clip.

  “Hurry,” Cynthia demanded.

  “Give me that,” Sev said, grabbing Angela’s suitcase from his brother. He launched it at the woman, forcing the redhead to drop back as she dodged the luggage.

  “Hey, those are my clothes,” Angela protested.

  The redhead tripped as she tried to get past the bag and began shouting into a handheld device for backup.

  “We’ll buy more,” Carrie said. She took her bag’s handle from Kal and offered it to Sev. “Here.”

  Sev took her suitcase. He stopped and waited for the others as they ran several paces ahead before launching the make-do projectile through the air. This time the luggage hit its target, and the redhead slumped against the wall.

  Cynthia had waited for him, and he grabbed her hand, running with her after the others. Once at the parking garage, they had to take the stairs up a level to the loading zone where a row of limos waited.

  “Which one?” Angela asked, indicating the long string of cars surrounded by a throng of people waiting.

  “Keep your heads down,” Cynthia said. “There are more agents in the crowd.”

  “There,” Kal said, pointing. Luckily, Bob’s oversized head in the stretched skin suit was easy to spot in the crowd, and they made a beeline for the Galaxy Alien Mail Order Brides limo.

  “Welcome—” Bob started to say.

  “We’re being followed,” Sev cut him off. “We need to go now.”

  “Get in, get in,” Cynthia urged, motioning them to hurry inside.

  They all froze in fear of what might happen next as Cynthia pulled the door closed, each staring out of the tinted windows to see if anyone came to look in. No one said a word until the car started to move.

  “I think we made it,” Carrie whispered. “I don’t see anyone.”

  Cynthia stood to peer out of the back window and pointed at a group of security officers coming up the same stairs they had used moments before. The limo moved slowly out of the garage and onto the strip.

  Breathing hard, Cynthia sat back down and grabbed Sev’s hand. “I can’t believe we made it.”

  “I can’t believe you tried to distract them like that, Cynthia,” Carrie said. “What would you have done if you couldn’t get away?”

  Cynthia reached into her pocket and pulled out the chemical restraint canisters. She didn’t answer Carrie.

  The window between the back and the driver rolled down. Bob drove them through the city. He handed back a packet. “We have everything you asked for right here. There are new identification papers for Spark and Flame making them American citizens. I wouldn’t try for a public post. We have two marriage licenses for the couples. Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Flame Vin Glark, and Mr. and Mrs. Spark Kal Glark.”

  Angela gave Vin a strange look and laughed. “Well, I guess that’s one way to have a marriage ceremony. I’m not sure we should say we were married by an alien driving a limo while on the run from the government when we tell our wedding story.”

  “Spark Glark?” Carrie repeated with a slightly horrified look. “I am now Mrs. Spark Glark?”

  “Beautiful, isn’t it? I approved it myself.” Bob said over his shoulder, clearly pleased with the name. “Your transport to Florida is ready. As agreed, we will see you all safely settled before Sevglarkenbauer will board the transport home to Bravon.”

  Sev tried not to think of the sadness of leaving his family behind on Earth but knew it was the right decision. Even so, that final goodbye would be painful.

  He reached for the canister Cynthia held. “Bob, we have another job for you. If you pull this off, I promise to give you and Gary the most glowing reviews, or recommendations, or whatever you want. I’m sure after this trip you could use a positive review to show your employers.”

  Bob tilted his head, clearly interested.

  Sev handed a canister forward. “Contact those Reticulan friends of yours who helped you with Vin’s ice cream overdose and see what the humans have been giving Cynthia.”

  Bob sniffed the canister before spraying it into the air. He opened his mouth, biting at the mist. “Rancarnef virus? Why are you addicted to this? I thought only Liendorfs enjoyed extreme sickness. Earth has so many drugs that are much more fun to partake in.”

  “They call it chemical restraint,” Cynthia said. “I didn’t take it willingly, but if I stop taking it, I will most likely die. Do you know how to get more of it?”

  Bob handed the canister back. “No problem.”

  “What do you mean no problem?” Cynthia asked.

  “No problem,” Bob repeated. “Rancarnef is easy to get in the galaxies. I don’t know how the humans procured it, but the easiest way would be to raise grogentoggens from Troth. They
you just suck on them whenever you want to start the cycle.”

  “What are grogentoggens?” Angela whispered to Vin.

  “I think you’d call them worms,” Vin answered.

  “Worms?” Cynthia repeated. “Bob, what’s the not so easy way?”

  “I think we’re being followed,” Bob said. “Hold on.”

  Sev looked out of the back window to search the street.

  “No. False alarm,” Bob said, honking his horn a few times. “Just a bikini bus.”

  “Bob, you were saying? What is the not so easy way?” Cynthia said louder.

  “Oh, right, you would want to visit the Torgan Black Market,” he said. “There’s plenty there that can make you sick.”

  “I don’t want to be sick. I want to keep from getting sick,” Cynthia said. “I need what’s in that canister.”

  “Why don’t you just take the cure, then, and you won’t have to stop yourself from getting sick,” Bob said with a laugh that indicated he thought she was daft. He changed lanes a little too quickly, sending them sliding across the seat.

  Sev caught Cynthia and gently righted her. “Yes, the cure. We need the cure.”

  “No problem, as long as you don’t mind spending three months in a tank filled with Liphobian slug slime,” Bob said.

  “Dare I ask, is there a less gross way?” Cynthia asked. “I mean, I’ll do anything, but…?”

  “I guess you could get the injections—twelve shots in the stomach,” Bob began.

  “Ouch.” Carrie grabbed her stomach.

  “And one in the spine, two in each temple, the eyes, and…” Bob answered thoughtfully, before saying, “No, wait, that’s something else. Just twelve in the stomach.”

  “That,” Cynthia said to Sev.

  “Can you arrange it?” Sev asked.

  “Of course,” Bob said. “No problem.”

  “So does that mean?” Vin asked, giving Sev and Cynthia a meaningful look. “Are you…?”

  “Are we what?” Cynthia asked confused. She glanced at Sev for clarification.

  Sev motioned to his brother to be quiet.

  “Oh,” Angela said, clapping her hands lightly.

  “Is he…?” Carrie asked with a tiny squeal.

  “I don’t get what’s happening,” Kal said. “Why are you excited? Is Sev going to battle more humans?”

  “Shh,” Carrie ordered.

  Sev took Cynthia’s hand. “Cynthi—”

  “No, you have to get down on one knee,” Carrie said.

  Sev arched a brow.

  Angela nodded in confirmation. “It’s traditional.”

  “Very well.” Sev drew his knee up onto the seat and sat on his leg while planting the other foot firmly on the floor as he faced Cynthia.

  “Cynthiakinkensauer will you please let me alien abduct you back to my home planet of Bravon and be my wife there?” Sev asked.

  “Oh,” Angela and Carrie signed at the same time.

  “Oh, hell yes, I will!” Cynthia exclaimed. She threw her arms around his neck and held him tight. “I’ll follow you to the ends of the galaxy if you’ll have me, Sev. I can think of nothing I want more than to go to Bravon with you and be your wife.”

  Sev grinned. The sadness he felt at leaving his brother and cousin behind was lessened by the happiness he felt knowing Cynthia was going to be his forever.

  “Wait, Cynthiakinkensauer?” Vin asked.

  “Did you say Cynthiakinkensauer?” Kal demanded. “She’s a Kinkensauer?”

  “That’s right, boys,” Cynthia teased. “We Kinkensauers finally took down the Glarkenbauers. Game over.”

  Sev laughed, pulling her into his arms. “I gladly accept defeat.”

  “Dammit, Sev,” Kal swore. “Now the whole planet of Bravon is going to turn into pointy-thumbs.”

  Sev ignored their teasing as he kissed his woman deeply.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Epilogue

  Two months later…

  Galaxy Alien Mail Order Brides Transport Shuttle

  Frxsolis Settlement Airspace, Planet Bravon, Solarus Quadrant

  “Is that a solar flare in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” Cynthia smiled as she joined Sev at the transport viewing screen.

  “Solar flares are too hot to put inside pockets,” Sev answered, “but I am happy to see you, my lovely wife.”

  The dark gray orb of Bravon floated before them. She could see streaks of bright orange cutting through the surface to resemble tiny veins—lava flowing like rivers over the desolately beautiful landscape. “It looks like a dark gray desert.”

  “That’s exactly what it is,” he said. “Are you scared?”

  “No. Excited.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. They were fairly much alone on the shuttle that would take them down to the surface just as soon as it was cool enough to land. Her body shook lightly with nervous excitement.

  “And how are you feeling? No more symptoms?” Sev eyed her with concern. He did that often.

  “Yes, I’m fine. The Reticulans are miracle workers. I don’t know how they did it, but I have no need for chemical restraint, and a lot of the strange side effects I felt from the extra alien DNA they put into my system are gone. I’m just me.”

  “I like you as just you.” He smiled, kissing her again.

  When he pulled away, she studied the image of the planet. “Are you all right? I know it has to be hard returning home without Vin and Kal. I can’t imagine how difficult this must be for you.”

  “Something tells me I’ll be seeing them again,” Sev said. “If this trip taught me anything, it is that the universes are full of possibilities. Besides, Gary just slipped me his contact details before we boarded this transport. He wants to stay in touch. Apparently, I’m awesomely cool, whatever that is.”

  “I agree with Gary. You are awesomely cool.” Cynthia laughed.

  “He told me whenever I wanted a ride back to Earth just to let him know.” Sev grinned as he leaned over to kiss along her neck. “He also had some name suggestions for you, as he highly recommends you take a new Earth name when you go back.” Cynthia pushed him up to study his expression as she arched a brow. “He said he’s going to call himself Maximus next time. He seems to think that will help his chances with the ladies.”

  “I didn’t even know he was on Earth looking for a woman,” Cynthia said. “I guess Garys need some love too.”

  “Women,” Sev corrected. “Plural.”

  “Ah. Well, please tell me my name suggestion it’s better than Spark Glark.” Cynthia laughed.

  “I don’t know. Spark, Flame, and Blaze didn’t end up being too bad,” Sev defended.

  “Dare I ask what he thinks I should be?” Cynthia arched a brow, waiting for his answer.

  “Diamond, Sapphire, Emerald, Ruby, Jade, Onyx—”

  “Cinnamon, Candy Cane, Glitter? So, stripper names,” Cynthia broke in.

  “No, he said their precious stones.” Sev leaned in to kiss her again but stopped as an overhead voice sounded on the intercom.

  “We are cleared for landing on Bravon. Please find your seats for the landing. We are required to remind you to exercise caution while on world. Bravon has extreme temperatures that will melt the skin off of all known aliens species. For this reason, protective suits are required before disembarking.”

  “I swear they think we’re idiots,” Cynthia said. “Don’t walk in lava. Got it.”

  Sev chuckled.

  “With this landing, we are delighted to inform you that all contractual obligations to Galaxy Alien Mail Order Brides have been fulfilled, as have our contractual obligations to you. We hope you all enjoyed our services and wish you the best of luck in your new marriages.”

  “Marriages? Plural? How many times did you marry?” Sev teased, looking around the empty transport.

  “That’s not even funny,” she said, lightly punching his arm before pulling him toward the seating area to strap in. “You’re it fo
r me, husband. I love you.”

  “Mm, and I you,” Sev answered.

  “We hope you’ll spread the word about your luxurious, relaxing, mate finding experience,” the voice continued pleasantly. “We would like to say thank you for joining us on our maiden Earth voyage, and for choosing Galaxy Alien Mail Order Brides where we join hearts across the universes.”

  The End

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