Fighting Lory (English Edition) (Lords Of Arr'Carthian 2)
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Authors: Cathy McAllister
Fighting Lory
Lords of Arr'Carthian Book 2
by Cathy McAllister
Science Fiction Romance
Fighting Lory
Cathy McAllister
English Edition 2014
German Edition 2013
copyright © 2013/2014 by Cathy McAllister
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Translation: Louise Sweeney
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Chapter 1
New York, USA
Central Park
15th May 2027
Lory’s footsteps sounded unnaturally loud in the silence of the park. The only other sound was her rapid breathing as she sprinted along the asphalt path. To the right of her she saw shadows darting into the bushes, and at this point she left the sealed path, leaping over several thick branches that were lying on the ground.
“Dean! Paul! Damn it! Where are you?“ she spoke into the microphone in her collar.
“Have just passed the bridges. Where are you?“ answered Dean.
“I’m alone. Jason is down.“
“Shit!“
She heard shots nearby and took cover behind a tree. Her breathing was heavy and her heart was racing.
“We’re under fire,“ sounded Dean’s frantic voice in her ear.
“I can hear the shots. I’m close. I’m coming. Over!“
‘
If I survive this, I’m finally going to take a holiday in the Caribbean
,‘ Lory silently promised herself.
She drew her Glock 10mm Auto out of the holster, keeping a new magazine handy, then she ran through the undergrowth. The shots became less frequent before stopping completely. Then she saw two shapes lying on the ground ahead of her. She heard cracking sounds from the undergrowth and she could make out several shadows disappearing amongst the trees. She fired, but it was too late. The rotten swines had escaped.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!“ she cursed, throwing herself onto her knees next to the first body.
It was Dean. His empty eyes stared into the night sky. Lory clenched her teeth to stop herself yelling out in anger and despair. She crawled on a few meters to Paul. He groaned quietly, but it was clear that he was not going to make it. Blood was pouring from his mouth and his upper body was riddled with holes like a sieve. He was trembling.
“Paul. I’m here, Paul,“ she said as calm as possible, placing her hand on his forehead. “Everything’s going to be alright, Paul.“
“Nnnn... dy...ing. Ov-overrr.“
‘
Damn it! What can I do? What can I do?
‘
She looked around frantically. The filthy pigs were sure to be long gone and there were five of them. She was the only one left. They had killed her partner, Jason, first. Now Dean was dead and his partner, Paul, would join him within minutes.
Suddenly a cracking sound came from the undergrowth behind her. She was about to turn round, ready to shoot, when a sharp pain shot through her back. She was completely dazed. The last thing she saw was a monster before everything went black.
***
Somewhere in the far reaches of the universe
Lory groaned. She felt awful. What had happened? Had she celebrated too much? Then she remembered the events in the park and her dead colleagues. Where was she? What had happened to her? Had the bastards taken her prisoner? She groaned again and tried to open her eyes. This took several attempts. She blinked, annoyed. She was in a room with metal walls and two women were sitting on couches, staring at her. One was white blond and the other had red hair. Next to Lory, on another cot, lay a brunette: Lory could not tell whether she was asleep or unconscious. What were these women doing here? She did not know any of them. Were these people involved in human trafficking, too? Enforced prostitution?
“What … Where …?” she murmured, dazed.
“You’ve been abducted,” said the redhead.
“By aliens. We’re on a spaceship,” added the blond woman, to complete the picture.
“Are you making fun of me? That really is
not
funny!” Lory snarled sullenly. She really was not in the mood for joking.
“No, it really isn’t funny,” the redhead agreed. “But unfortunately true!”
Lory got up unsteadily from her couch and staggered to the door. There was no door handle, so she banged hard against the metal.
“Hey! Open this damn door immediately! I am Special Agent Lory Andersson and whoever you are, you’re going to have major problems with the FBI if you don’t release me immediately! So get your damn asses over here and open up!”
“Sorry, darling, but I don’t think they’ll be particularly interested in the FBI,” interrupted the blond woman.
“Are you really an FBI agent?” asked the redhead.
Lory nodded miserably and stared at the two women. Then she grasped at her hips and into her inside jacket pocket.
“Shit! They’ve taken my weapons. Fuck!”
“FBI. Woohoo. So cool,” said the redhead. “Only that won’t do you any good here. Keela’s right about that. – By the way, I’m Charly. Actually, Charlotte, but I’ll kill anyone who calls me that. I hate that damn name!”
“Lory,” replied Lory bluntly. She was not here to form friendships. She had to see to it that she got out of here as quickly as possible.
“You say you’ve already been awake for eight hours? Haven’t the beasts appeared at all during that whole time? I mean, to give you something to eat or drink?” asked Keela.
“No, only to bring you two in. But I’m presuming they haven’t abducted us to starve us. Even lab rats are fed.”
Lory and Keela glared at her.
“Sorry. Only joking. I have a crap sick humor, I know. I always do that when I’m scared to death. It’s a kind of self-piss-taking. It’s better than collapsing into tears hysterically, isn’t it? The bloody monsters will come at some point. They haven’t forgotten us, that’s for sure,” replied Charly. “Anyway, I’m dead happy not to be here alone. At least we have one another.”
“Thanks, but I’d happily forego the honor of keeping you company here,” snarled Lory angrily. She knew that she was being unpleasant, but hey, she had just lost three men that she had worked with for years and whom she had cared about. And the evil guys were still running free. And the bastards could also be behind this mess. Who else would have abducted her? She had still not quite figured out why the other women had been abducted, though. As far as she knew, the men that she had been pursuing were not involved in prostitution or human trafficking. These were basically terrorists pursuing a political goal. With all the will in the world Lory could not connect the women here with the work of the terrorists.
“Sorry, darling. Go ahead and leave if you can get out of this bloody metal box,” Charly snapped back. Lory had to admire her rapier wit. Sarcasm was something that Lory liked. Better than someone who did not say what he really thinks about you. Lory liked to know where she stood and was always honest herself.
“People, let’s keep the peace, OK?” Keela tried to calm things down.
“What’s the story with her?” asked Lory, pointing to the brunette who was still sleeping. “Has she woken up yet?”
“No,” replied Charly. “Should we wake her?”
Keela shrugged.
“Don’t know.”
“I think we should try to. If she doesn’t react we can let her sleep on,” said Lory. Maybe the brunette would know more.
Charly was the first at the brunette’s cot. Keela and Lory followed her. Charly shook the sleeping woman gently by the shoulders.
“Hey, sweetie, wake up!”
“Hmm,” said the young woman, curling up on her side like a fetus.
“Hello!” Charly tried again. “Can you hear me? Wake up!” The brunette blinked and looked upset.
“What are you doing?” she murmured. “I haven’t got work today.”
“Wake up. It’s important!” Keela joined in.
The brunette’s eyes opened.
“Who are you? How have you gotten into my …” She looked around frantically. “Where … where am I? What …?”
“On a spaceship,” explained Keela. “We’ve been abducted. Can you remember anything?”
The brunette shook her head.
“What’s your name?” asked Lory.
“Amber. And yours?”
“I’m Charly, this is Keela and here we have Lory. Lory is from the FBI.”
Amber sat up and clasped her head, groaning.
“Headache?” asked Keela sympathetically.
“Hm.”
“I had that, too. That’ll go in a few minutes. They stunned us with a laser or something. It must have been quite a strong dose because it knocked me out in milliseconds.”
Lory thought she could hear something and listened out. She could indeed hear voices and footsteps coming closer.
“I think someone’s coming,” she said, and everyone fell silent.
The door was unbolted and swung open. Two revolting creatures appeared in the cell. Lory was a hardened agent, but these gruesome monsters made an ice-cold shiver run down her back. Up to this point she had considered the alien abduction to be a figment of the other women’s imaginations, but certainly these beasts were definitely not human. She knew that the government did sponsor some strange and secret experiments, but the origin of these beasts was not human.
“So, you’re awake,” said one of the aliens.
Charly and Keela whispered to one another.
“We’ve implanted an interpreter into each of your ears,” said the alien. “The interpreter is programmed with your language and all the main galactic languages. This is necessary because otherwise you could not understand your masters.”
Lory stood up, legs apart, hands on hips. She must not show any fear before these beasts.
“Our – what?” she asked. She very much hoped that she had misheard.
“Your masters. That is, whoever buys you at the slave market on Xevus3. You’ll bring us in a pretty sum.”
“Slave market?” Keela stared at the creature, dumbfounded. “You’ve abducted us to sell us at a slave market?”
Lory considered jumping at this revolting beast’s neck, but it was only too clear that she would not have the slightest chance of success. It was better for her to wait for a more favorable opportunity for a surprise attack or ambush. It would be of no use to anyone if she were to lose her life because of a hopeless attempt. If she wanted to come out of this mess in one piece she would need to be cunning.
“Correct,” the alien responded to Keela’s question. “There are several planets with a considerable lack of females. That’s why we’re dealing in females from other worlds. We’ve only recently discovered your planet and ascertained that you’re suitable. We have twelve of your race on our ship.”
“Suitable? For what?” asked Amber sharply.
“Suitable for mating – compatible for mating,” explained the alien.
“I feel sick,” groaned Amber, horrified.
“Wait a minute!” Lory cut in. “I will absolutely not mate with any of you revolting monsters. I’d rather die! Is that clear?”
At lightning speed the alien grabbed Lory by the neck and glared at her from his red eyes. She was choking, her heart was pounding and for the first time in her life she felt as if she was going to wet herself. Fortunately she was spared that humiliation.
“If I wanted you, you’d have absolutely no chance of defending yourself. Never forget who you’re dealing with. I am Knirrgn Arghagn, officer to his Royal Majesty Ulhgrang ign Ifzarghn.”
Knirrgn let go of Lory as quickly as he had grabbed her and she staggered backwards, choking. Keela caught her in her arms from behind.
At a signal from Knirrgn the other alien walked through the door, bringing in a kind of trolley laden with lidded bowls, some cups and a jug of purple-colored liquid.
“Your food for today. In two hours the light will be dimmed. Then it’s time to sleep. Prepare yourselves to work out from the light whether it’s night or day, because we’ll be traveling for a good cycle,” Knirrgn informed them.
“What’s a cycle?” asked Charly.
“The cycle is the standard month according to the United Galactic Federation. It lasts thirty four days. It’ll take that long to reach our destination. And now eat.”
Both aliens left the cell, bolting the door again.
“Shit,” swore Lory. “I’m not spreading my legs for any damn alien!” She urgently had to come up with a plan. These monsters really were damn strong. Involuntarily she grasped her neck that was still hurting from the alien’s brutal grip.
“Me neither!” Keela agreed with her, disgusted.
Charly and Amber likewise murmured their agreement.
“But I am hungry,” said Charly. “It’s no use to anyone if we starve.”
She took the lids off the bowls. There were various fruits, a kind of stew and a plate of meat that looked like beef. They tentatively tried each of the dishes and poured themselves some of the liquid that seemed to be a type of lemonade and it tasted pleasantly sour.