Kill Or Be Killed

Chapter Fifty-Two

Scale Number: Slight 4 (Once at the celebration)

"They still have her strapped to a fucking bed," Kalayavan hissed through clenched teeth. Using all of his willpower not to turn around and pound against the shatter proof glass that made up the outer walls. Not only was she strapped to a bed, but they'd also decided to parade her through the halls stark naked. When he'd nearly lost it, Halrim had stopped him at the last minute, protecting their cover and allowing them to get down to the basement level; where their plan was meant to be put into motion.

Hal said something around the screwdriver that was wedged between his teeth as he fiddled with the main water pipe. Trying to pry off the access cap to implant the small explosive; a slight distraction in order to implement the next parts.

"What?" Looking down at him, he wasn't really in the mood for one of the kid's smart remarks.

With a groaning sigh, Hal reached up and pulled the tool from his mouth, "You'll free her soon and everything will be peachy again. So can you try to focus here? If we don't move quickly they'll be mid-labor by the time we get back to them." Holding the flathead out like a weapon so Kal could take the handle, "If you aren't going to ready the charge, then work on getting this thing open."

Kalayavan stared at him for a moment, befuddled that it was the student acting like the teacher. Then took the tool and began to pry the access panel off while his prodezha began to assemble the small bomb. Although despite its size, it would be enough to cause a disruption in the systems. Allowing the Neraders to get into the cells where the women were being held, since their room was on a separate circuit; controlled by the loyal Sepireers.

None of whom were in on the plan, because they had yet to meet their own personal freedoms. Their Kanfedants, who according to Halrim, were kept separate. At all times, even during Keplings. They milked the men and inseminated the females until they took to a single male; the Pretekters they hadn't even met yet.

He'd wondered what kind of experiments had required his baby juices to be given. Now he knew they would have used it to violate his woman and possibly other unsuspecting women out there. It made a shutter run through him to think of it going to anyone but his pet, and not first hand. Not caring if it made him a monster, for not caring more about the women and what was being done to them. All he knew were the facts, the Table kept him from Caterina, and being the reason they hadn't been together earlier.

Which also meant she never would have married that human and could have been swollen with his seed far sooner.

With a 'SNAP' the round metal piece came free, just in time for the stem of the screwdriver to break from where it connected to the handle. "There," he stopped the broken tool and cocked a brow as the kid connected the last wire, "Aren't you done yet?"

"You know, I think I liked you better when you were pretending to be a mindless drone." Pressing the button for the timer to begin its countdown, which would delay just long enough to go off towards the end of the celebration, while people were either too party worn or perhaps too distracted by the newborns. "You had more focused tunnel vision," dropping the package into the opened waterline, he then motioned for his partner in crime to put it back on.

Kal kept his eyes on his former student, using one hand to put the circle back and the other to hit it once firmly into place with a closed fist. "I'm focused when it comes to Caterina, now where to next?" They were supposed to wait for the signal, then the locks would be opened and a lot of confused Kanfedants would be loose.

"Gregar is an Esasen on our side," he started to explain as he gathered his mask from where he'd set it off to the side. "He's going to get us as close as he can to the main party, right down the hall from the Birthing Rooms. In the same room as all the action, to hear the first cries of the new generation." Hal faded off for a moment, probably thinking of the ginger woman who'd been three beds down from Caterina; and the baby that had slightly extended her abdomen.