Zane went to the closet in the room, reached up to the shelf and way back where he knew Kalisha not only couldn’t reach but wouldn’t be able to see the bag he put there when she was in the bathroom.
He laid the bag on the bed, then stared at it for a few minutes before opening it and dumping everything out. Guns, hand grenades, ammunition, a couple of bombs he had made, some knives and a few other things spread out on the bed. All weapons he got from Earth which were super easy to smuggle onto Pluto. As he waited for Jovan to come, Zane loaded each gun, checked each bomb, loaded the clips and laid it all out in a straight line on the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed, just staring down at it all, waiting. How long he just stood there, staring and waiting, he didn’t know.
“Jesus, Zane,” Jovan hissed when he came into the room. “What do you have planned?”
Zane slowly turned his head toward his friend and boss. “Where does Preston Bernard live, here on Pluto?”
“We don’t—”
“I know!” Zane raised his voice, cutting Jovan off. “I know he has her and I’m going to get her back. So please, tell me where this son of a bitch lives, or I’ll go find him myself.”
“Man, are you hearing yourself?” Jovan quickly closed the door and went up to him. “Those weapons are illegal here. You could be shot just for having them.”
“Where is he?” Zane asked again through his teeth.
Jovan looked down at the weapons then back up at Zane, licking his lips. “Damn it. All right, I’ll tell you, but I’m going with you. And don’t you even think about trying to talk me out of it. This whole thing is crazy enough as it is.”
Zane nodded and started to pack the weapons back up. The whole time he did, he could feel Jovan’s eyes upon him. “Please tell me you found the right people to give this damn list to.”
“That is why I was calling you. Noah knows just what we need to do.”
“Good.” Zane nodded. “Then as soon as we get Kalisha back, we can end this shit, once and for all.” He picked up the bag and turned towards Jovan. “Ready?”
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Jovan mumbled, as he turned and walked towards the door. Zane was right behind him.
* * * *
“You really should eat,” Preston said again. “These lobsters are the best you can get.”
“There’s nothing wrong with the lobsters. I just find that a certain kind of company tends to steal my appetite away.”
Preston stopped midway to his mouth and glanced up at her. A few seconds went by before he broke out in a laugh and dropped the food back on the plate. He brought his napkin came up and wiped his mouth, then tossed it onto the table as he reached for his glass of wine.
“I must admit, I do like your wit. It beats having you crying at my feet.”
“And why would I want to cry at your feet?”
“Fear, Ms. Sedgwick. Fear.”
“It’s Dill.”
“Excuse me?”
She reached up and made sure he saw the necklace. “Married.”
Preston waved his hand in the air and put his glass back down. “Nonsense. Your father would have had to sign off on it and we both know that never happened. No, what has happened is nothing more than that alien kidnapped you from your father and took you away.”
“And I say that’s bullshit.” She crossed her arms over her chest and instantly knew that was a mistake when his eyes followed the motion. “I am married and there isn’t a damn thing you or anyone else can do about it.”
“Oh, Ms. Sedgwick, there is plenty a person like me can do about something as repulsive as what you’ve been allowing between those thighs of yours.”
Something about his manner had Kalisha quickly on high alert. She didn’t like how he was looking at her now, and clearly she didn’t like where this conversation was going.
“You are a nice looking woman, and a woman who looks as you do shouldn’t be letting some freak try to plant his nasty ass seed between those legs.”
He laid the bag on the bed, then stared at it for a few minutes before opening it and dumping everything out. Guns, hand grenades, ammunition, a couple of bombs he had made, some knives and a few other things spread out on the bed. All weapons he got from Earth which were super easy to smuggle onto Pluto. As he waited for Jovan to come, Zane loaded each gun, checked each bomb, loaded the clips and laid it all out in a straight line on the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed, just staring down at it all, waiting. How long he just stood there, staring and waiting, he didn’t know.
“Jesus, Zane,” Jovan hissed when he came into the room. “What do you have planned?”
Zane slowly turned his head toward his friend and boss. “Where does Preston Bernard live, here on Pluto?”
“We don’t—”
“I know!” Zane raised his voice, cutting Jovan off. “I know he has her and I’m going to get her back. So please, tell me where this son of a bitch lives, or I’ll go find him myself.”
“Man, are you hearing yourself?” Jovan quickly closed the door and went up to him. “Those weapons are illegal here. You could be shot just for having them.”
“Where is he?” Zane asked again through his teeth.
Jovan looked down at the weapons then back up at Zane, licking his lips. “Damn it. All right, I’ll tell you, but I’m going with you. And don’t you even think about trying to talk me out of it. This whole thing is crazy enough as it is.”
Zane nodded and started to pack the weapons back up. The whole time he did, he could feel Jovan’s eyes upon him. “Please tell me you found the right people to give this damn list to.”
“That is why I was calling you. Noah knows just what we need to do.”
“Good.” Zane nodded. “Then as soon as we get Kalisha back, we can end this shit, once and for all.” He picked up the bag and turned towards Jovan. “Ready?”
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Jovan mumbled, as he turned and walked towards the door. Zane was right behind him.
* * * *
“You really should eat,” Preston said again. “These lobsters are the best you can get.”
“There’s nothing wrong with the lobsters. I just find that a certain kind of company tends to steal my appetite away.”
Preston stopped midway to his mouth and glanced up at her. A few seconds went by before he broke out in a laugh and dropped the food back on the plate. He brought his napkin came up and wiped his mouth, then tossed it onto the table as he reached for his glass of wine.
“I must admit, I do like your wit. It beats having you crying at my feet.”
“And why would I want to cry at your feet?”
“Fear, Ms. Sedgwick. Fear.”
“It’s Dill.”
“Excuse me?”
She reached up and made sure he saw the necklace. “Married.”
Preston waved his hand in the air and put his glass back down. “Nonsense. Your father would have had to sign off on it and we both know that never happened. No, what has happened is nothing more than that alien kidnapped you from your father and took you away.”
“And I say that’s bullshit.” She crossed her arms over her chest and instantly knew that was a mistake when his eyes followed the motion. “I am married and there isn’t a damn thing you or anyone else can do about it.”
“Oh, Ms. Sedgwick, there is plenty a person like me can do about something as repulsive as what you’ve been allowing between those thighs of yours.”
Something about his manner had Kalisha quickly on high alert. She didn’t like how he was looking at her now, and clearly she didn’t like where this conversation was going.
“You are a nice looking woman, and a woman who looks as you do shouldn’t be letting some freak try to plant his nasty ass seed between those legs.”
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