II Crimsonstreak by Matt Adams

Author:Matt Adams [Adams, Matt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hydra Publications
Published: 2018-01-27T22:00:00+00:00

So far, so good.

The Kiltechs don’t cloak themselves aboard their own ships. Makes sense, I guess, since they’re not trying to hide from anyone up here.

Warren and his schematics gave me a good look at the main detention area, which is still on this deck, but closer to the center of the ship. It makes sense when you think about it. The center of the ship is the most protected part; keeping it secure is easy. Well, at least it should be.

Before long, we stand outside the main detention area, which opens up into a room with a high ceiling. Jaci ascends out of the sightlines of two non-armored Kiltechs who staff white desks on either side. A set of tall, white doors sits shut behind them.

When they see me, both attendants have the frustrated look of librarians who’ve just had to deal with someone whose phone started blasting the Macarena. Like Kilgore, their faces are green, although they lack the bumpy, scaly look of the Kiltech leader.

The Kiltechs tug at their white tunics and then yell something in the unintelligible (to me) language of their race. Sure could use a translator right now. Even Warren’s Babel Fish version.

One of them presses a button while the other attendant gestures frantically.

I risk a glance up; Jaci floats at the top of the room as the doors open. Kiltech guards spill through.

“I surrender,” I say, totally lying my ass off.

If the guards understood me, they certainly aren’t giving any indication as they form a ring around me that quickly starts to close in. One of the Kiltech librarians jabbers in harsh tones, gesturing manically as he/she/it tries to tell me how much trouble I’m in.

The armored aliens encircling me were kind of a tipoff, pal.

The Kiltech librarian points at one of the guards, who doesn’t seem to appreciate being told what to do. The soldier shakes his head as the librarian gestures emphatically in my direction.

As their argument continues, the guards get suddenly smaller and I realize they’re all looking up at me. Their rifles also point up, and it dawns on me that Jaci’s got me. The Kiltechs favor us with more sinister grunts as we fly off, and the large doors at the end of the room start to close.

“Let’s move! Let’s move!” I yell.

Jaci glides through just as the large doors slam shut with enough force to shake the walls. We keep going through the lazy curve of the hallway until we encounter the end. We touch down softly on the metal floor.

The entire hallway reminds me of Krypton from the first Superman movie. The white surfaces of the wall and floor practically gleam. I expect Marlon Brando to appear at any moment in showy, glowing Kryptonian awesomeness.

“There has to be something here,” Jaci insists, floating toward the ceiling. “A duct, a ventilation shaft. Something.” She runs her hands along the smooth surface of the wall. “If there is, I can’t feel it.”

The distant pounding of Kiltech shock-boots reverberates throughout the hallway; they’re not far away.

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