Love, Against All Odds

I - Chapter 4

'You grabbed everything we need?'

Raakor nodded and tapped the techbit in his left hand, then pointed at the packs. 'Everything on the list minus the weapons they took.'

Starr grunted from her spot on the sofa.

Becca gave a low huff of annoyance. It figured the damn Kalmar confiscated the extra weapons that Raakor had brought down from the Pacifica. 'Fuckin' bullshit.' She continued grumbling while she went through the items.

'Have you heard anything new?' Folding her arms, Starr leaned against the sofa.

'Yes, actually.' Becca drew the zipper down and closed the pack, then sat on the sofa next to Starr. 'Kal already contacted the kidnappers.' She sighed at Starr's glower and further explained, 'Her ploy is that they're paying part of the ransom and killing the kidnappers when they show up to collect.'

Raakor slowly sat down in a wooden chair beside the sofa. 'Then what?'

'Then you hack the ship's security, and we go after the Omega.'

Starr hunched forward, elbows on her knees, and rubbed her forehead. 'Do we know what security system is on it?'

'No idea,' Becca admitted and cut her eyes over to Raakor, who rubbed his chin.

'I don't know if I can hack the ship's security without first seeing it.' Raakor sighed and stared at Becca.

'I know.' Becca patted her knees and said confidently, 'We'll just do our best.'

'And if that's not enough?' Starr's voice rumbled with displeasure.

Becca blew out a breath, then looked between the pair. 'Then we go to Plan B.' She received two glowers, so she shrugged and stated, 'We get in the Pacifica and find this Omega.'

Starr groused further, stood up, and snapped, 'This is a half-cocked plan.' She started around the sofa, pacing behind it.

Becca smiled at the words and joked, 'Fitting word considering it's an Alpha who did this.'

'I highly doubt she's only halfway cocked,' Starr snapped.

Becca's eyebrows hiked up, and she stared at Starr's tense back. But the sudden burn between her legs made her shift uncomfortably on the sofa. 'I'm sure...' She faltered and cleared her throat before saying, '... it'll be fine.' Straightening her back, she became more confident about the future.

Starr had paced twice already between the sofa and bed, head down, soft grumbles shaking in her chest. She paused and looked over at Becca and opened her mouth but was cut off by a knock on the door. In three wide strides, she jerked it open and barked, 'What?'