you?â Fuller had roared.
âWhat makes you think youâve got any claim on me?â I barked. I looked down at the farm boy beneath me. âWhyâd you stop?â I yelled at him. âKeep fucking.â
Because of that Fuller is now going to make me pay. But I wonât let him see me squirm.
âHowâs it feel to sit behind a desk while some of us take bullets in the fight against Serzan?â I ask.
Fullerâs eyes narrow. I hit my target. Then he puffs up and gives me a triumphant look.
âAre you that out of it? Thatâs not like the Rachel I once knew. Top of the class at Quantico. You didnât even suspect you were being watched?â
I remember nowâ¦Two gray cars, one car on alternate days. A glint in the sun that might have been a camera.
âNothing personal, Rachel. Just hard-assed orders from aboveâtime to clean up the Serzan Unit,â Fuller says. âYour numbers are way, way down, and the new chief of police isnât happy. To say the least.â
Word was that the new chief was a tough son of a bitch, and deadly serious about his job.
Fuller gives me a pitying look. âWanna tell me about this bust you did a few hours ago? The chief wants to know why you didnât bring the aliens in.â
I wince, hope they havenât been taping what they saw. âYou donât know how it works out on the street,â I growl. âYou worry about rules and regs, but I have to deal with the real world.â
Fuller leans over his desk, his face in mine. âI hear that you even had a Serzan tentacle up your ass out there,â he says.
My pussy gives a throb as I recall the moment. That insistent, sweet tentacle winding its way around my thigh, tickling tender spots Iâd lost track of and bringing them back to lifeâ¦The feeling of its slick, perfect size making love so tenderly, then pounding me happily senseless into the tarmac.
âHow is it, Rachel? How do you feel, knowing people call you an âalien-fuckerâ?â Fullerâs saying. Despite the air-conditioning, thereâs sweat on his brow. âWhatâs it like to feel Serzan inside you?â
âI wouldnât know,â I say unconvincingly. âProbably not as good as that farm boy.â
He slaps me. âIâve owed you that for years,â he says.
Something snaps in me and I punch him in the gut.
Doubled over, Fuller hits a buzzer.
âBring in backup,â he gasps. Then he slowly straightens. âRachel, youâre under arrest. You know the routine. Give me the badge. Then the revolver. Then the Exploder. And do it slowly.â
Iâve got mere seconds to act.
âFuck you,â I say, pulling my guns out, training them on him.
Armed and uniformed men and women burst into the room. I collar Fuller and wrap a strong arm around his neck, and level the Exploder at the uniforms in the doorway.
âDonât do it, Rachel,â Fuller says. âYouâre washed up already. Do this, and youâll never get out alive. Cooperate, Iâll see to it that youâre treated nicely in jail.â
Jail? That means life without Serzan. I apply pressure to his windpipe and squeeze a trigger. I donât care which trigger. A bullet grazes Fullerâs leg. âAny more of that and youâre a dead man. Who needs a career? Who needs you?â
The uniforms in the doorway part, their guns trained on me, as I drag Fuller into the corridor. People emerge from offices, but I back out quickly enough to the stairwell, then throw Fuller down and spring out of the building.
I hear a fast, pounding clatter behind me.
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I burst onto the street in front of headquarters. Itâs hot and humid even for Miami. There are dozens of cops only seconds behind me.
I spot a man getting into his car. I run over, yank him out, get in, and pull the door shut behind me. The engine roars as I kick it into gear. Thereâs a
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