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“Tekil, Vi’del,” Bastian grins.
One of the new guys asks, “Tekil, is this your shifted form?”
“No, it is not,” Tekil answers gruffly, visibly uncomfortable.
“I see,” the other Kintue man says, crossing his arms. He looks as though he wants to ask more questions, but I’m glad when he doesn’t. Instead, he peers up at the rising sun and grimaces. “We don’t have much time. Is the lab nearby?”
My heart starts galloping in my chest. What if there are more Acradidia? We killed so many before…I don’t want to be anywhere near that lab.
“For what purpose?” Tekil asks.
The new guy glances over his shoulder at one of his team members. “Serkan, go with…”
The low clicking intensifies, then builds. Everyone turns in the same direction, staring into the woods.
Waiting.
My feet feel frozen in place as my body begins to tremble.
When the first hordes of Acradidia come into view, the Humans make ready their weapons.
“On second thought, let’s get to the flyers. We will destroy the lab from the air,” Bastian says.
Waving me over, Vi’del yells, “Myla, come on!”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I bolt, and when I reach the others, Vi’del lifts me from the ground and runs at full speed.
The flyers are at capacity and I’m sandwiched between Zeno and Vi’del, Tekil sitting behind us next to the one called Serkan.
“Anyone else left in the lab? Any prisoners?” Bastian asks as he expertly maneuvers the flyer straight up, heading for the large, gray ship with sleek curved edges.
“No,” Zeno replies. “We freed everyone.”
“Good.”
“There are others still on the planet though.”
“Other Kintolf?”
Both Zeno and Vi’del tense and I don’t understand why. I feel lost myself.
“No. The others are not from Kintuke,” Zeno says slowly, empathizing the word Kintuke.
“I am sure they can find their own way, but I will alert the Galactic Security and let them know.”
Knowing that someone is coming for the other former prisoners makes me feel better. I couldn’t fathom living the rest of my life in constant fear of getting caught.
Stepping out of the flyer, I see both Human and Kintue working together in what appears to be a large holding or storage area.
Looking more closely, mechanical, almost life- like bots work to move metal cargo containers from one side of the bay to the other. There’s a Human with a short brown crew cut sitting at a desk staring at a screen, and I wonder if he’s directing the bots.
As we climb down the metal steps, the new guy—Bastian—glances over his shoulder and says, “You all need to cover up.”
And then a worker hands folded clothes to him, which he passes back to the guys.
Heat rushes to my cheeks and I visibly fight not to look down.
“Oh my God! They have Human prisoners now?” a feminine voice squalls from the bottom of the platform.
