Page 55 of Arresting the Warlord

“Are three semis enough?”

“Better send four. Have them come to Lily Begay’s summer hogan in Monument Valley,” I said.

“Consider it done. Who’s footing the bill?”

“Central Command.” I grinned as Jake rolled his eyes.

Helen chortled. “I’ll have them there within an hour.”

“Thanks.” I disconnected and typed in a message on the Navajo Nation’s emergency alert system:Missing sheep located. Come to the fairgrounds in two hours.

“Nicely done, but Uncle Saul will take the cost of transporting the sheep out of your pay,” Jake said.

“What? Central Command doesn’t pay my salary.”

“They do now.”

Crap. “If Trayon wants me to find him a mate, he’ll pay.”

There was a streak of black and Trayon zoomed up with another sheep.

To my amazement, the sheep weren’t frightened of him. Tiny lightning bolts crackled around me. “Time for fang boy to pay up.”

Jake grabbed me. “I’ll talk to him.”

“Ok. Be sure to point out to him that none of those sheep have red markings on them.”

“Askole warriors don’t see colors the way we do.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.” Jake teleported over to Trayon.

I rubbed my suddenly aching forehead. “Now he tells me.”

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Four dusty hours later, the sheep had been returned to their owners. Jake and I watched the last trailer pull out of the fairgrounds.

“I need a Datol,”Trayon announced.

I was surprised he was still here, but I had to admit his super speed had been a great help.“Datol?”

“Beer,”Jake answered.

“Oh. Sorry. No alcohol is allowed on Navajo Nation land.”

Trayon tapped on his armband. “There is a tavern called Billy Bob’s nearby.”

“Bad idea. That’s a biker bar. They don’t like aliens and they’ll want to fight you,”I said hastily.

“Good.”Trayon zoomed off.

“Oh hell!”

Jake sighed. “Wrong thing to say. Askole warriors live to fight.”

“How pissed is the General gonna be when Trayon demolishes the bar?”

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