Love, Against All Odds

II - Chapter 2

'We searched entire ship, sir. We couldn't locate darakar.'

'Damn! It must be planetside.' The leader frowned, then turned to other uniformed humans to his right. 'Lash his hands,' he ordered in English, waving a handgun at two humans.

Raakor bared his razor-like teeth while his hands were bound behind his back. He was on the bridge of the Pacifica, and there was yelling from deeper within the ship. His attention shifted to the leader of the group. 'Who are you?'

'I'm Victor.' He bowed his head with a formal air to him. 'Barr's employer.' His English held a strange, rough accent.

'You were the one behind the kidnapping and darakar ransom,' Raakor concluded, peering over his shoulder when one of the humans went into the cockpit and sat in the captain's chair. 'I'm afraid you're too late to rescue Barr.'

Victor shrugged and said, 'That's already being taken care of.' He tilted his head, an annoyed expression now. 'Your boss is the only other loose end. And she has become a thorn in my side.'

'I can't get into system,' the human in the pilot's seat announced, his accent similar to Victor's own. He twisted around in the chair, looking at his boss for help.

Victor exhaled and asked, 'Why not?'

The human glared at Raakor and replied, 'He's connected to it and has control.'

Narrowing his eyes at Raakor, Victor reached to his side and unhooked something from his belt. 'Well, I guess I'll be returning the favor to your boss.'

Raakor parted his lips, but he was silenced by a long blade slicing through his neck. His head fell from his body, which started collapsing to the ground.

'How about now?' Victor asked while wiping the blood off the blade onto Raakor's headless body.

Losing his stunned look, the human returned to tapping on the screens in front of the pilot's seat. 'That did it.'

'Excellent.' Victor pointed the handgun at the head. 'Hang his head. Make sure she doesn't miss it.'

The other human nodded and set to work, shoving the dead, bleeding body aside on the bridge.

Victor holstered the handgun and left the bridge, traveling through the ship until he was at the cargo bay. He stood at the nose of a small transporter ship that had squeezed into the belly of the Pacifica. Another human approached him and clapped his fist across his chest. 'Report,' Victor ordered.

'We have Kalman sedated and ready for transport, sir.'

Victor revealed a toothy smile. 'The Kalman will be worth something on the market. Certainly not as valuable as the darakar.' His features became stern again. 'Get the transporter ready. We'll be leaving soon.'