Page 62 of Arresting the Warlord

I threw myself under the shuttle and shrieked, “No. Wanna go home.”

“What are you waiting for? Capture her,” Ymer bellowed at his warriors.

Retracting his armor, a warrior squeezed under the shuttle and reached for me.

“Bad move.” I unleashed a series of snap kicks to his face, repeatedly slamming his thick skull against the shuttle’s hull. The minute the warrior slumped to the deck; I snagged his laser pistol.

“How hard is it to capture one tiny female?” Ymer growled. “Get her!”

The second warrior jettisoned his battle armor and crammed himself underneath the shuttle.

I flipped the laser pistol to the stun setting and shot him. Violent muscle spasms contorted the warrior’s body. I winced as his head ping-ponged between the floor and the shuttle. Someone was going to have a nasty headache.

Dropping down on one knee, Ymer peered at me. “It is said Earth females are warriors.”

“We are.” I stunned him and smiled as his arms and legs slammed repeatedly against the floor. “That was way too easy.” I reached out mentally to check on Jake. Huh? The guys were having a swell time beating the crap out of the bridge crew. I crawled out from beneath the shuttle and stood up.

A fist slammed into my face, knocking me against the ship’s hull. Stars sparked across my vision and I fell to the cold metal deck. Ouch. I shook my head to clear it. I hadn’t seen that one coming. Why hadn’t I sensed him?

“What happened?”Jake demanded.

“Got suckered punched.”

“By whom?”

My eyes narrowed as a behemoth snagged my laser pistol.“A big dude with long purple braids and pieced together armor.

“A Bjarke mercenary. Zap him,”Jake ordered.

The behemoth prodded me with his laser rifle.“Get up.”

I scrabbled backward and let the tears roll.“Don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt me.”

“Drop the act. Earth females are seldom helpless,”the behemoth growled.

“Met some of us, huh?”

“I have.”

“Pity.”I hurled a lightning bolt at the mercenary.Crack!It slammed into his chest and he crashed into the wall with a satisfying thud. “Ha! How does it feel to have your ass handed to you by a girl?”

“Don’t get cocky. Bjarke mercenaries always travel in pairs.”

“Yes, my lord. Beg your pardon, my lord.”

“Knock it off, CeeCee,”Jake grumbled.

“Do you have control of the ship?”I climbed to my feet.

“I do.”

A big hand clamped down on my shoulder. Crap! I twisted like a cat, dropped to one knee, and hurled the warrior over my shoulder.

The mercenary rolled to his feet and pulled his laser pistol.

Like some crazed acrobat, I somersaulted behind the shuttle. A stun beam barely missed me.

Jake commanded,“Stand down Loki. She’s mine.”

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