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“How about this, you write down her deets and a brief message, and I’ll see if I can deliver it.”
“How do we know that you delivered any of our messages?” Geena called from behind the woman. Since their little conversation had started, the woman had tightened their circle around them.
“I’m a woman of my word!” She had the gall to sound offended.
“The only thing you’ve done since we’ve met is lie to each and every one of us,” Pila shouted.
“If you wanted babies, why didn’t you just ask for volunteers? There are plenty of women back on Earth that would jump at the chance to get off of Earth to become surrogates,” Denise asked.
That information sent a gasp and a rustling of discontent through the room. The Bitch looked around, suddenly realizing that her guards had left and she was on her own surrounded by a bunch of women that were getting more pissed off by the second.
“Is that what we’re here for? Making babies? With what? Those black things?” someone shouted from the back.
The Bitch began to back up, all while tossing her head, flipping her long blonde hair in an offended fashion.
“It’ll be a better life for all of you!” The Bitch shouted. She gave up her attempt to be cool and collected and sprinted for the door.
When it closed behind her, Nora stood and surveyed the women again.
“How many of you ladies are in favor of a jailbreak now?” she asked.
Slowly, but steadily, the entire company raised their hands.
“Looks like it’s time to start planning.”
Chapter 26
Relyn
“You sure you’re good to go?” Wendy asked again, as Grom poured himself into the back of the crate.
“I can go without oxygen for several hours. And there’s a lot of extra oxygen here too,” Grom said.
“I don’t like this plan,” Wendy said.
Relyn wasn’t too keen on it either, but if there was a better one, Relyn couldn’t see it. Grom was back up. In case things went bad, he would be lying in wait for whoever was unlucky enough to open the crate. He’d be unarmed, but a Georgun was fluid, literally, and could be hard to kill by traditional methods. They were also hard to spot in the back of a shadowy crate.
“We won’t seal it until the last minute,” Relyn said.
“We can’t lose these,” Grom insisted before melting into the corner.
Grom didn’t know that Bright had already hedged their bets. She’d taken the majority of the genetic material out of the containers and into some that would be safely stored aboard this ship. She’d left enough to fool a quick scan, but losing any of it was risking the potential of reinstituting the entire Etlonian species.
The coordinates that Alana had sent them were remote, near a large planetoid. It had no atmosphere, so Relyn didn’t anticipate that she intended to land and do the hand off on the surface. Besides, that type of exchange is what had lost her the crate in the first place. No, Alana would have to dock with them. If it came to it, Relyn would risk blowing his whole cover, and surround Nora taking any potential blows while maneuvering her back onto the ship.
They’d been waiting at the coordinates for nearly two hours, which Relyn didn’t mind. It meant that the Etlonian warship had more time to close the gap. But it also gave Rutra more time to somehow track them down and catch up.
If Alana’s spy was still in play, then she would already know that Relyn had succeeded in taking the crate. All the variables were swirling in his head and a knot of dread where his stomach should have been.
Relyn left Wendy and Grom and headed back to the cockpit where Bright stared at the console as if she expected to see something.
“Got any more secrets that might get us all killed?” Relyn couldn’t stop himself from asking her.
“None that I anticipate being relevant,” Bright said. “You must admit, so far this mission has been mostly successful.”
“If you call Nora being held captive a sign of success,” Relyn said.
“You got a mate. We got a way to repopulate my species. Wendy has an admirer. These are all very positive outcomes.”
