Programming cant match a good pilots instincts. He barely gave the patrol drones a glance,
instead focusing on the nearing compound. Nearly fifty ships of different sizes and makes filled a stretch of plain just outside the compound. Popular ticket.
The lure of profit. She recognized most of the ships, though some were unknown to her,
newcomers in the business of disreputable trade. That belongs to Nalren. She pointed toward a large frigate bristling with guns. Slaver.
Kells jaw hardened. Celene wont see the inside of that ship.
Mara wondered at his use of the lieutenants first name, but occupied herself with following the queue of ships to the designated landing area. More patrol drones here, and even some piloted guard skiffs. Manned quad-barreled plasma cannons ringed the compound. Only PRAXIS installations were better guarded. The beginnings of apprehension tightened her nerves as the danger of what she and Kell were about to attempt truly sunk in.
A tough call, deciding what she feared mostthe upcoming rescue operation, or facing the tension that snapped and splintered between her and Kell. His anger was a palpable thing, sharp-edged and ferocious, and it slashed to tatters whatever tenuous connection had existed between them. He wanted more than she could give. His words had cut, and the pain continued to throb long after they had been said.
She brought the Arcadia down, engaging the landing gear, knowing full well that the feel of the ship touching the ground marked the end of her time alone with Kell. Once they set foot off the ship, the mission would take over. She would not feel his arms around her, his mouth on hers, his body within her own. Never again. Her throat tightened.
Youre not a lost sixteen-year-old kid fleeing Argenti any more. Take your hits. Fly on.
For a moment, they both sat in the cockpit, the silence thick. Several times during the flight, they had gone over and reviewed the plan. Which left them nothing else to talk about.
She drew in a breath, released it. She rubbed her palms on her pants to dry them, then began to rise from the captains chair. Kells hand on her wrist stopped her.
I fought my way off Sayén. His gaze fixed her just as surely as his grip. I fought my way into
the 8th Wing. Im tenacious.
Obstinate. Still, his words sent a dark thrill through her.
He released her, his expression opaque. In the galley she watched him arm himself not just with plasma weapons, but with his soldiers bearing and vigilance. His other face, his other self, hard as terasian armor. She almost believed that the man he had been with herthe fierce, tender loverhad never been, so complete was his transformation. He handled his plasma pistol comfortably, yet with the same hand that had touched her and brought her the most extreme pleasure she had ever experienced.
Warrior, lover. Which was he?
She needed the warrior now, to fight and win the oncoming battle, and then she and the lover would never see one another again.
Kell wrapped his scarf loosely around his neck and finished gearing up. At his nod, the ships door opened, and they stepped out to face the impending dangers, leaving behind unwinnable battles.
They followed the jostling crowds heading toward a security checkpoint. In addition to the manned cannons surrounding the compound, the structures borders were demarcated by towers transmitting a plasma signal. Anyone foolish enough to walk between the towers would be vaporized.
The only entry in and out of the compound, as far as Mara could see, was through the security checkpoint, guarded by half a dozen armed sentries. Mercenaries.
As she and Kell stepped through the gate, a stiff-faced guard aimed the barrel of a plasma rifle at them.
Remove all weapons!
Wordlessly, she and Kell did as they were told, unholstering their plasma pistols and handing them to a waiting sentry. They watched as the sentry carried their weapons to a nearby outbuilding.
The door to the outbuilding opened, and she caught a glimpse of tables loaded down with firearms and weaponry of every variety.
That was my favorite plasma pistol, she said.
Youll get it back after the auction is over. Another guard handed her a chit as if she had just checked her coat at a nightclub. Walk through the scanner.
She recognized the scanner as a plasma-detection instrument. If anyone tried to smuggle in a plasma energy-generating device, the guards would be alerted. She complied, and Kell did the same, impassive. He seemed utterly unperturbed. Reminding herself that a persons attitude was the biggest giveaway, she forced herself to relax and look like any other smuggler trying to land good merch. It was tough, though, knowing how vulnerable she was without weapons, and what she and Kell had planned.
When he sent her the tiniest wink, she let out a shaky but relieved breath. She wasnt doing this alone.
They started to walk toward the large structure at the center of the compound, but a commotion behind them had everyone turning to see what was happening. It wasnt a pretty sight.