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Cyborg

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CYBORG

Kaitlyn O’Connor

1

CYBORG

BY

KAITLYN O’CONNOR

© copyright February 2005 by Kaitlyn O’Connor

Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, © copyright February 2005

ISBN 1-58608-582-4

New Concepts Publishing

Lake Park, GA 31636

www.newconceptspublishing.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

Chapter One

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this mission,” Johnson VH571 muttered to no one in particular as the ship began to buck upon entering the atmosphere of the planet below them. Amaryllis VH600’s gut clenched reflexively at the comment. She’d been having bad vibes from the moment she and her partner had joined the mission in progress at the TM20 way station. The Company had indicated that the assignment would be a ‘piece of cake’, but they had a way of understating most of the operations they sent their hunters out on. This one stank of disaster waiting to happen and she doubted that she and Johnson were the only ones to think so.

To be completely fair, though, there
were
a number of factors that could account for the sense of impending doom that had nothing to do with precognition or even logical assumptions based on previous operations.

She was a seasoned soldier. She’d been on almost a dozen missions, most of them complete successes, but she still had pre-battle jitters every time she participated in a new operation, and this one promised to be something major, unlike any undertaking she’d taken part in before. That was enough to make her uneasy in and of itself.

Beyond that, the story The Company had cooked up reeked of fabrication, and not just because their main objective was to capture one of their own--if possible--and eliminate her if necessary.

Dalia VH570 was one of their best cyborg hunters. It not only didn’t make sense that she’d gone rogue and joined ‘the enemy’--why would a human join forces with machines?--but, assuming The Company wasn’t lying and she had, why the order to capture her if possible? What made her more important than the rogues themselves, important enough to put together three squads of hunters in such a haphazard, poorly planned mission?

Because misery was almost certainly one of the reasons everyone, including her, was so antsy. Discomfort went with the territory. As a soldier, she’d endured her share of it, but she wasn’t accustomed to being packed into a vessel designed for eight with sixteen other hunters like a food cube in a package of vacuum sealed rations.

According to The Company, the break in security had been unanticipated, which explained to an extent why they hadn’t had a lot of time for preparations. The cyborgs, who’d either captured Dalia, or snatched her from beneath The Company’s nose, were traveling in a short range racer and she supposed it only made sense to launch a chase in similar crafts, built for speed rather than distance and capacity.

Contrary to all logic, however, the cyborgs had gone deep space and they’d had, perforce, to follow or risk losing sight of the quarry all together.

The end result had been three days of very little food, water, or sleep and she, for one, was cranky with the lack of all three. With so many of them packed into one small craft, they’d had to rotate use of the two small cabins the ship boasted--which meant she’d had a grand total of twelve hours rest in the last seventy two hours--and almost nothing to eat or drink since they had no idea of how long the rations would have to last.

There was yet another reason for the sense of impending disaster that had nothing to do with the mission, and he was sitting right beside her, but, as always, Amaryllis did her best not to think about her partner, Reese, if she could help it. As long as she didn’t think about
why
he could spell disaster for her, she figured she had a better chance of not falling in with the fantasies that could ruin her career and quite possibly lead to a good bit of jail time if the bastards that ran The Company were vindictive enough to pursue it.

She had a feeling they were.

Dismissing those thoughts with an effort, Amaryllis focused on the puzzle of their mission.The army The Company had built, the hunters, had been tracking and

‘decommissioning’ rogue cyborgs for years now. As far as she knew, though, there’d never been a concerted assault like the one they currently faced … which bore the earmarks of an all out war. In general, cyborgs traveled alone, occasionally in pairs. That was the reason she and the other hunters usually worked alone or were sometimes partnered with one or two other hunters, depending on the circumstances--there were a lot of rogues to eliminate and the entire confederation of systems to hide in and she’d spent far more time hunting than battling.

What were the odds, she wondered, that a whole nest of them was about to fall right in their laps?

She didn’t buy it, whatever The Company said. The cyborgs might be emotionally unstable due to faulty programming, but there was nothing wrong with their logic circuits. They rarely made mistakes, and certainly not of this magnitude.

The Company, on the other hand, had a bad habit of making stupid mistakes.

Building the cyborgs in the first place was the most notable one. They just couldn’t resist playing God. They’d cornered the market with their advances in robotics and robotically enhanced bio-genetic organs, but that only seemed to have whetted their appetite for more glory. The rogues were the first--ever--marriage of robotics and bio-engineering to produce human-like cybernetic organisms--for what true purpose one could only imagine--but they’d succeeded beyond their wildest dreams and failed abysmally at the same time because, like the monster in the classic horror tale, their creation had turned on them. The cyborgs had been so real, so ‘life like’ that, according to The Company, they’d begun to believe it themselves. Unfortunately, that belief had clashed with their programming and made them dangerously unstable.

The hunter unit, of which she was a member, had been formed after their rebellion and escape to track these dangerous rogue cyborgs down and destroy them.

Why, and for that matter, how, after all this time, had the cyborgs decided to unite and oppose The Company in force when they’d been behaving up until now as one might expect, erratically and irrationally?

And why would Dalia, one of their own, one of their best, have ‘turned’?

That part didn’t make any sense at all. A few of the hunters seemed just a tad overzealous to her, a little on the fanatical side when it came to the cyborgs. For her part, she couldn’t say that she despised them--they were machines, after all--and she thought she was probably typical of most hunters--doing her job, not actually sympathetic to the cyborgs but not particularly rabid either. Sympathy was the key word though, and she didn’t see how one of their own could go from hunter to rogue sympathizer at the drop of a hat, particularly not Dalia, who supposedly had.

Even if she accepted that, which she didn’t, why would the cyborgs consider Dalia important enough to take such a risk as to land right in The Company’s backyard to pick her up? Then, having done something so uncharacteristically stupid, they’d so far forgotten themselves as to be completely unaware of being followed? Leading them back to their stronghold?

The flip side was the possibility that Dalia had been captured by the cyborgs, but that supposition took her no where either since she couldn’t come up with a ‘why and how’ that made any sense.

She considered herself a good soldier, but she didn’t like flying blindly into a situation that she didn’t understand.

The bucking of the ship finally subsided as they entered the atmosphere and Amaryllis glanced at the soldier beside her, wondering what Reese thought about the situation. Typically, he appeared completely unruffled either by the impending battle or the teeth rattling jolting they’d just been through.

Irritation flitted through her.

It was all very well to be cool under fire, but Reese was just a little too unflappable to suit her. For her part, she’d have felt better about working with him if she’d seen a hint of uneasiness in his cold blue eyes occasionally, a touch of doubt--maybe a little lust when he gave her one of those thorough once overs he was prone to when he thought she wouldn’t notice--anything that indicated he wasn’t the next thing to a frigging cyborg himself.

Not that she could honestly say she knew him all that well. He wasn’t exactly the open, friendly, or chatty type and aside from their current mission, she’d only been partnered with him on two others. Prior to that, her missions had all been solo, but she’d fucked up royally on her last solo mission--almost gotten herself killed--and The Company had decided to pair her with a partner when she had finally recovered enough to take on another assignment.

She resented it. To err was human. It was only to be expected that, occasionally, somebody would fuck up. That didn’t mean she needed a baby sitter and she knew damn well that was what Reese was--guard dog--because he’d made certain she saw next to no action since he’d been with her.

She figured they’d saddled him with her because of the credits it had cost the company to rebuild her--not that they were actually footing the bill. The credits were coming out of her salary, but she supposed they meant to see to it that she lived long enough to repay her debt and having a topnotch soldier like Reese to watch her was the best way of getting their use out of her and at the same time making sure she was around long enough.

Regardless, it was still a source of embarrassment and irritation. Probably a quarter of the females in the unit were paired with a male partner, so her situation was by no means unique. It was the fact that she had been deemed competent to work alone before and no longer was that irked her.

It also bothered/embarrassed her that Reese had only to glance in her direction to make her feel uncomfortable in a way she didn’t particularly welcome.

She’d been too confused and angry at first to consider the reason for it. Later, she’d put it down to everything except what it really was.

She’d finally been forced to admit, to herself at least, that the fact was that he was a dangerous distraction. She had heart palpitations whenever he looked directly at her--which, for good or bad, was rare--which put her in far more danger, to her way of thinking, than if she hadn’t had a partner at all.

It wasn’t the sort of thing she could complain to The Company about, of course.

She could well imagine their reaction. ‘Yes, I know he’s a great soldier, a perfect killing machine and a brilliant strategist, but he’s also grade A prime beef and I can’t look at him without my brain going to mush and you don’t even want to know what it does to me when he touches me, however casually. Do you think you could pair me with somebody that doesn’t make me cream in my pants every time I look at him?’

The idea of the expressions such a confession would elicit was almost amusing.

Unfortunately, the situation made her feel like a silly schoolgirl in the grips of her first crush, and that didn’t amuse her at all.

Shifting uncomfortably, she glanced down at the hand that rested on his thigh only inches from her own. He had big hands, strong, faintly calloused but perfectly groomed, and long fingers that put all sorts of forbidden thoughts into her head. She couldn’t look at them without feeling her belly clench and having images flood her mind of those hands skating over her body in a slow caress.

Not that she would allow such a thing even if he’d shown any interest and it hadn’t been a court martial offense. To look at her, she didn’t think anyone could tell the years she’d spent in reconstructive surgery. The doctors had assured her no one could feel the difference either, but, deep down, she was afraid they could, that if she allowed anyone intimate access to her body they’d ‘feel’ that she was more mechanical marvel than human. That was one of the reasons she’d never done more than a little experimentation with her sexuality, the other being that she hadn’t run into anyone that could banish the image she still carried around of herself from her birth defects. The few times she’d tried to take a lover, she’d been so self-conscious she couldn’t even enjoy herself, so what was the point?

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