Page 50 of Arresting the Warlord

“And when will that be?” Call me curious.

Cantor bared his broken fangs at me. “Soon.”

“You’re a liar and a fucking coward. You have no intention of fighting Zarek. You’re too damned scared of him.”

Cantor laughed like a demented hyena. “I fear nothing,”

“Oh puhleese. Instead of challenging my father and me to a fair fight, you tried to kill us long distance. But your plan failed. The alien Chupacabras are dead. The Red Kings have been arrested. You’re injured, alone and wearing nothing but a hospital gown.” I pressed my hands against Cantor’s arms and zapped him.

With a bellow of pain, Cantor released me and as I jumped away, he yanked the laser pistol out of my holster. “Now you die!”

Fuck. I should have zapped him sooner. “The thing is, I’m wearing armor and you’re not.” I let lightning crackle around me. “Drop the weapon and I’ll let you live.”

“Me bite. He die,”Oola said.

Cantor’s eyes widened in alarm, he grabbed his throat, made a gurgling noise and did a face plant.

I tapped my bracelet and checked the scanner. Dang. Cantor had no life signs.

Oola crawled across Cantor’s head.“Me warrior. Protect.”

I accessed Jake’s memories. Baby Tabor’s venom was lethal. One bite and their prey were dead before they hit the floor.“You’re a mighty warrior and one special baby girl! I’m going to get you the biggest bowl of mealie bugs I can find.”

Oola’s fur puffed up.“Me like.”

The sheer joy of ending Cantor’s murderous rampage had me moon dancing around a sagebrush and singing, “Ding-dong. Ding. Ding-dong. Ding. A wickeder villain there never was. He filled the Navajo folk with dread. Til one fine day Oola offed him. Ding-dong. Ding. The wicked villain is dead.” I threw in a little hip-hop. Smack. Clap. Stomp. Stomp. Clap.

Giggling madly, Oola boogied on Cantor’s corpse.

I came to an abrupt stop when I noticed Zarek, General Jones, Bey and Jake watching me in amusement.“Cantor’s dead and all it took was a little girl power.”

Zarek examined Cantor.“Tabor venom.”

“Delivered by a girl.”

Jake wrapped me in a bear hug and gave me a smacking kiss.“You’re one of a kind, buttercup.”

“Why thank you.”

“I wanted to interrogate Cantor,”Zarek, the buzzkill, said.

“Oola stopped a cold-blooded murderer and deserves your praise, not your censure.”

A faint smile on his mouth, Zarek nodded.“And she has it. You on the other hand, have created an incident.”

“By using my powers in the line of duty. I don’t think so. Let’s not forget an Askole warrior kidnapped us off your ship. He broke our laws and yours. I suggest you seek reparations from him. We did nothing wrong.”

“The Askole find you so intriguing, they uncovered an obscure clause in our treaty that gives them the right to hunt females of breeding age anywhere they may be,”Zarek replied.

Fuck. Askole warriors could change a girl’s DNA too. This could be a big problem.What girl wanted tentacles for hair?“I’m a police officer, not a politician. My only duty is to protect my people and bring criminals to justice. Which I did. The political stuff is your bailiwick.”

Jake groaned.

“True, but they insist on using you to find these females,”Zarek countered.

Sonovabitch. Someone had told them about my tracking abilities.“A waste of their time and mine. The only psychic females on our lands are over sixty.”

“They want you to track down all Dragos females on Earth.”

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