Taunting Krell (12 page)

She schooled her features and saw anger flash in his eyes.
He’s jealous
. She fought the smile that threatened to curve her lips. That warm, happy feeling told her she was in deep shit. She really liked that he felt possessive of her. “I’ll tell you what, Krell…”

His body tensed and his expression hardened, as did the look in his eyes. She realized he expected her to say something that would piss him off. She might have if it were anyone else giving her an order. She wasn’t into men telling her what to do or whom she could touch.

“I’ll only taunt you, okay? Only sit on your lap.” She grinned. “And you can wrap your arms around me any time you want.”

He growled at her in a sexy way, his temper showing. “You’re amused.”

“I’m flattered.” She winked. “You care.”

He muttered under his breath, released his hold on her slowly as he withdrew his still-hard shaft from the depths of her pussy, and gently nudged her forward to stand on her own. She allowed it and pulled up her pants, turned, and watched him straighten his own clothing. Their gazes met again and held when he was done.

“We need to leave this room. We should be reaching the
Vontage
soon.”

Her smile spread. He didn’t deny caring about her. “You can trust me.”

He studied her but didn’t say anything. He did however suddenly reach forward and touch the shoulder he’d bitten. His thumb rubbed the tender spot and she glanced down, watching him try to remove any trace of his teeth marks on the material.

“I apologize. Did I hurt you?”

“I like love bites.”

His gaze jerked to hers. “I’ve never done that before.”

“It felt good. I seem to like anything you do to me so far.”

His hand dropped away. “Let’s go. We’ve been gone long enough.”

He turned away from her and opened the door. She was left to follow him back into the passenger section of the shuttle. Four cyborg stares latched onto her.

Chapter Nine

Cyan avoided meeting Gene’s knowing smirk and sat a little closer to Krell. He glanced her way, a look of concern on his features, but she gave him a small smile before looking away. Everyone in the shuttle knew what the two of them had just done. It didn’t matter but she inwardly flinched a little over how unprofessional it appeared.

They were on a mission. It wasn’t really hers, admittedly, since she wasn’t a soldier for the cyborgs or even a real part of their community, but years of service to Earth Government had made her aware of military life. It was a bad move and generally caused mayhem amongst the crew when sex became involved in the equation.

“We’re approaching,” the pilot called out from the front, his deep voice grim. “I’m detecting heavy damage to the
Vontage
. A shuttle is following, classification unknown, and it’s not something we’ve seen before.”

“May I?” Cyan glanced at Krell for permission. “I know shuttles from Earth.”

He hesitated. “Go, but I’m behind you.”

She quickly stood and strode to the front. The blond cyborg glanced at her before he leaned away from the console to give her a look. She studied the readings and the monitor where he’d enlarged a view of the shuttle chasing the much larger cyborg ship. Shock tore through her at seeing both vessels.

“Holy hell. What is a luxury liner doing out here? No one mentioned that’s what the
Vontage
is.”

“The shuttle, Cyan,” Krell reminded her where he invaded the space at her back. “I thought you knew your Earth ships.”

“Sorry. It’s just a shock. You don’t see those far from Earth and I don’t keep track of them. That’s a floating hotel and they aren’t exactly a threat I’d ever have to worry about facing in battle.” She fixed on the shuttle and reached for the control to zoom in a little tighter. No one stopped her as she got a better view of it. “Crap. That’s a Genesis Four designation.”

“What is the classification?” The pilot studied her.

“I’d call it an S class.”

“I’ve never heard of that classification.”

“It stands for screwed. How did Barcarintellus get their hands on them?”

“What are they?” Krell leaned closer, brushing her back with his chest, to peer at the image of the sleek ship displayed on the monitor.

“They are military prototypes Earth Government commissioned and the paint shouldn’t even be dry on them yet. They are new, fast and carry heavy firepower.” She bit her lip. “They are playing with that hotel on thrusters. They could have easily taken it out.”

“Dry paint?” The pilot seemed confused.

“It’s a saying. They are new, have only been out a few months, and you have to kiss major ass of someone high-up to get assigned one. That’s another saying. They are rare, expensive, and the waiting list for getting one is anywhere from six to sixteen months. My unit requested one and we were about a year in line before ours is off the production line.” She rubbed her legs. “Give me a minute and let me think.”

“Cyan?” Krell gripped her arm. “How do we take it out? Do you know?”

“Ram it. That’s about the only way and hope when we hit it, there’s something hard on the other side to slam it into.” She glanced at the
Vontage
, her mind working. She grabbed the control of the viewer again and zoomed in on the larger ship. “There.” She pointed. “See that docking bay for mass supplies? They are designed to deal with older freighters that aren’t known for their finesse or piloting integrity. Those are solid doors built to take some serious damage. It’s easily sealed from inside and it can take a major impact without affecting any of the internal systems.”

“We need a real assessment,” Krell demanded, his voice gruff.

She turned her head to stare up at him. “I’m dead serious. I don’t know any weapons that can pierce the hull of a Genesis Four shuttle and their engines are shielded too heavily under the belly. They aren’t going to expose it for you to fire at them. They know it’s their weakest spot and it maneuvers too well. Did you notice how it doesn’t even have any view ports? It’s for a reason. That baby has no flaws other than it doesn’t handle jolts too well. A massive impact might work to disable it or at least put it out of commission while they do repairs. The harder the outer shell, the more sensitive equipment they put on the inside. The lack of ports made that baby really dependant on computers and hardware to make it fly without being blind.”

“Baby?”

The pilot started to annoy her with his questions. “The shuttle,” she sighed. “I’m telling you that’s the only way you’re going to hurt it. You need to side impact it with this shuttle and slam it into those delivery doors. I’m a pilot and we were warned that we needed to land them gently when we were given the specs of them when they were trying to sell them to our units. The issue with hard impacts is the only flaw I know of. It’s like slamming someone’s head into a wall. Their skull might not crack but you can cause some damage to their brain.” She studied the console carefully and shock struck her once again. “This is the
Bridden
. How did you steal it?”

Krell grabbed her arm and jerked her around to face him. “How do you know that?”

She held his gaze. “I know my shuttles and I’ve been on this one before. I should have recognized it but I have been a bit distracted since we boarded.”

“When were you on it?” Krell’s hold on her tightened.

She swallowed. “This was Dell Harver’s baby. I worked with his uncle, General Vern Mellhorn, for two years. He commands the
Gordon Lee
One-Two-Seven.
Every time his nephew was in our part of space he’d dock and stay a few days with the
Bridden
’s
crew. He allowed me to fly this ship a few times. He considered himself a real lady’s man.” Memory of the guy flashed—she’d liked him, but they hadn’t been close. “How did you swipe his shuttle? He loved this thing as if it was his wife or he gave birth to it. I know he wouldn’t have sold it.” She dreaded the answer.

“We’ll discuss it later.”

Shit. That’s not good.
She had a sinking feeling she’d never see Dell again. He’d been a nice guy but would do anything for a buck. It was one of the reasons she’d never hooked up with him. He’d have turned her in for reward money in a heartbeat if she’d ever slipped up if they’d had a personal relationship and something revealed her secret. The guy had been a paid mercenary willing to go on any dangerous job if the price was high enough. She pushed those thoughts back and would deal with her emotions later. Her training took over. She stared into Krell’s eyes.

“I know this shuttle, I’ve flown it, and you need to trust me. I think the Markus Models damaged that floating hotel of yours in order to lure more of you to come here or they are tracking it until the other unaccounted shuttles they stole from Earth can converge on this location. It’s a trap either way. Mavo is on that ship, right? Please believe that I want to save him. You said the Markus Models want to exchange cyborgs for more of their units still in storage on Earth. How many cyborgs are on that ship? They are sitting ducks, ready to be boarded and taken prisoner. I need that pilot’s seat to take out that shuttle and we need to get out of this sector of space fast without being tracked.”

Krell studied her and it really angered her.

“Trust me, Krell. Please? Give me a chance. Mavo is on that ship. The
Bridden
is heavily shielded by special materials the sensors can’t read, I’m assuming they haven’t noticed us yet because of it, but once they realize we’re here, a Genesis Four could kick our butts. We will be useless to the
Vontage
unless you want to be cellmates with your fellow cyborgs aboard that ship once the Markus Models capture everyone to use as bargaining chips. We have one shot at this. We hit them hard and fast before they realize what’s going on. They are going to notice us soon, we’re coming up on them, and they’ll get a visual with the outer cameras. They can see us but the sensors don’t register anything because of the shielding.” She took a deep breath. “You’re here. You can watch everything I do and kill me if I’m lying to you.”

His dark blue eyes narrowed and seconds ticked by. “Remove yourself, pilot.”

The pilot hesitated. “Excuse me?”

Krell never looked away from Cyan. “She’s piloting the
Bridden
. That’s an order.”

“That’s a mistake,” the pilot hissed as he moved.

Relief flooded Cyan as she dropped into the warm seat. She grabbed the belts to harness her body in tightly. “Secure everything and order them to buckle in. This is going to be rough.”

Krell growled and dropped into the other seat, reaching for his own belts. “You heard her,” he demanded louder. “Secure everything loose and prepare for an impact.” He turned his head. “I will kill you if you betray me.”

She met his gaze. She noticed he’d referred to himself and not cyborgs in general. She’d evaluate that later too when she wasn’t scared and worried about the dozens of things that could go wrong. “I don’t doubt it for a second but you’re the only one worried about that now. You can trust me.” She rolled her shoulders and grabbed the controls. “Ready?”

“We should warn the
Vontage
of the impending impact.”

“It’s too risky. The Markus Models would pick up the signal too and they’d know we’re here. It would blow our surprise advantage. Just let me do this and be quiet. I need to concentrate.”

She focused on the screens. One more deep breath and she blew it out.
It’s now or never. This is insane
. Her thumbs pressed down on the thrusters, activating them to full burn, and she wished could use the onboard computer to help her calculate velocity and impact but knew it wouldn’t. They were designed to avoid crashes.

“Did you modify Dell’s computer?”

“We replaced it.”

“Shut it down. I need full manual override or it may try to take control to avoid a collision and I don’t want the Markus Models to try to hack it when they spot us. They will try.”

He touched his side of the console with his palm. “Done.”

It was coming down to trust and she knew it. He had to trust her and she had to believe he’d really turned off the onboard computer. She’d find out real soon if he had. She tried to judge angles as she flew at the Genesis Four shuttle. It was closely trailing the
Vontage
, a good thing. She hoped Dell hadn’t been full of crap when he’d told her his work stories, trying to impress her.

“I’m going to lift the nose before we hit them. You’re probably going to mistake me for trying to avoid them in the last seconds but I want to hit them belly first.”

“You said we should side impact with them.”

“That was before I knew this was the
Bridden
. The guy who designed this picked up a lot of extra income mining asteroids. Did you remove the belly plates on this thing after you got it?”

He hesitated, his hand still on the console, before he shook his head. “We just changed out the computer for something reliable.”

“Best news I’ve heard all day. Dell was a crazy bastard who told me he had to hard land on a lot of them and belly skid inside craters. The gravitational fields are too unstable on asteroids to use thrusters to lightly touch down since some of them are spinners. They rotate too fast to get accurate readings. Sometimes the gravity is almost nonexistent, depending on what they are made of, and sometimes it’s near crushing if it’s magnetic. This shuttle can take a beating on the underside. Evacuate them if you have men on the lower deck. I don’t want them to die if the hull ruptures. Seal this level just in case since you’re in control of the systems.”

He hesitated. “Done. No one is down there. How are you going to make sure the other shuttle hits where you want it to on the
Vontage
?”

She took another deep breath, adjusting their trajectory. “You don’t want to know.”

“Tell me now.” His voice deepened to a harsh rasp.

“I’m guessing, Krell. Sometimes the guys and I got bored on deep-space missions and we’d use our shuttles to bat around space debris. I’ve never hit anything that big before so now is a really good time to cross your fingers. On an up note, it’s a really big target to hit. Those docking doors are designed to take in smaller freighters. It will almost be like hitting a really big warehouse door.”

She could feel his stare but didn’t dare glance at him, not wanting to break her concentration. “Shit. They see us. They just speeded up and are turning to attack. Hang on!”

Cyan forgot about Krell and the other cyborgs traveling with her. She used pure instinct and hand/eye coordination to keep the Genesis Four shuttle between the target and the
Bridden
. She had two advantages, she guessed. One, the Markus Models were too smug in their superiority to use the onboard computer to pilot their ship to try to avoid the collision and two, they’d never assume another shuttle would ram them at full-thruster speed.

She jerked up the nose of the shuttle at the last moment and yelled, “Brace!”

Pain jolted through her body from the impact. The belts dug into her skin and the onboard gravity cut out for seconds as the lights flickered. The impact made her teeth ache and the monitors cut out for a second before it all came back online. The tug of gravity was sharp but she had control of the shuttle again as she barely missed hitting the
Vontage
too. She turned the shuttle.

The other shuttle wasn’t easy to spot at first but when she did, she smiled. Her hands eased off the thrusters completely to watch the thing twist in space. It rolled, seeming out of control, and she took notice of the damaged section of the
Vontage
. She’d managed to hit her mark, be it a little more off center than she’d hoped, but the Genesis had dented the big doors instead of the hull section of the floating hotel. She hoped the door damage hadn’t caused an interior breach but she didn’t see any signs of air leaking into space from them.

“Keep the computer off line,” she ordered Krell. “We’re still in hacking range.”