A Subtle War: An Alien Galactic Military Science Fiction Adventure (Enemy of my Enemy Book 3) by Tim Marquitz & Michael Anderle & Craig Martelle

Author:Tim Marquitz & Michael Anderle & Craig Martelle [Marquitz, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2018-10-21T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Grom’s house was exactly as Taj had left it.

She was a little conflicted by that but decided it was probably for the best that no one had stumbled across it since she’d last been there.

“This is…fancy,” Torbon complained, spinning in a circle and taking in the tiny hovel of an apartment. He looked offended by all the dirt and dust.

“It’s no palace, that’s for sure,” Cabe replied, plopping down on Grom’s couch after sliding the pillow aside. The couch creaked beneath his weight.

“No room service, I’m guessing,” Krawg said, dropping down beside Cabe.

“Sorry, big guy,” Lina told him. “You’ll have to fluff your own pillows and scavenge for food like the rest of us.”

“Unfortunate,” Krawg said, shaking his shaggy head.

“It’s still better than being dead, right?” Taj asked.

The Ursite shrugged. “Marginally.”

Taj grinned at Krawg’s response. “Things could be worse.”

“Tell that to my stomach,” Torbon whined. “I knew we should have packed up the food and took it with us like Krawg suggested.”

“Now it’s spread over the palace walls, satisfying no one,” Krawg joined in, obviously pouting. He slouched into the cushions.

“That’s it, guys,” Lina said, coming over to stand alongside Taj. “Way to stay positive.”

“I can be positive,” Torbon told her, waving his arms about. “I’m positive this place is a dump and we’re likely to catch lice before we get out of here,” he announced, giving her a thumbs up.

“I’m positive you’re a gackwad,” Lina countered, letting out a loud sigh.

“She’s not wrong,” Cabe chimed in. “You are a gackwad.”

Torbon huffed. “And you’re a…” he trailed off, thinking for a moment before giving up and going quiet.

Cabe laughed at Torbon, who growled back.

Taj glanced at Dent, eyebrow raised and whiskers flickering. “It’s like babysitting a newborn litter,” she told the AI before turning back to the crew. “Okay, that’s enough, guys. We’ve got enough going on without being at each other’s throats.”

“I need to finish going over the scans,” Dent announced, retreating to a corner of the room and sitting down cross-legged away from the rest of the crew so he wouldn’t be distracted.

“The rest of us need to discuss our next move,” Taj told them, coming over and plopping down on the floor in front of the crew. Lina joined her, and Torbon squeezed in alongside the Ursite, the two of them battling for space.

Taj motioned to the engineer first. “Are you still hooked into the system at the palace?”

A small monitor appeared on her forearm, and Lina nodded confirmation after a few minutes of data scrolling across the screen. “I’m still in, but they’ve adjusted their security protocols in the wake of the attack.”

“What’s that mean?” Taj asked.

“It’s gonna take me a while to burrow past them to where I can get to more than the basic security operations I’d already messed with. My backdoor is still in place, since it was coded to be unobtrusive, but I’ll need to do more setup work to access other aspects of the system.”

Taj nodded. “Do it, please. We need to stay abreast of what’s going on there,” she said.

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