My Prize by Sahara Kelly

Author:Sahara Kelly [Kelly, Sahara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SK Private Label Publications
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Rory McAllen's nap was interrupted by a light touch on his shoulder.

He jumped, reaching automatically for the sword that never left his side. Until recently.

"Easy, Laird McAllen. No harm intended."

The voice of the Guardian soothed him, and Rory blinked at the tall man whose turquoise eyes were staring at him so intently.

"Wha...what..." Stuttered Rory.

"We have to talk," said the Guardian.

"Is there a problem? Boralle? Is she all right?" Rory readied himself to leap off the bed.

"Major North is just fine, Rory. Sit and listen." The Guardian's firm hand pushed Rory back, and he sucked in a breath while he waited for his heart to stop pounding its way out through his rib cage.

"You've done very well indeed, lad. Under your instruction, Boralle North will now be entering the Olympiad on equal footing with all the other contestants."

Rory narrowed his eyes. "So what's the problem?"

The Guardian pursed his lips and blew out a long breath. "Treachery. Plain and simple treachery."

Rory frowned.

"The damned Magans." The Guardian slipped a hand through his hair in frustration. "We knew that there was more to this problem than just Boralle and her limited sexual capabilities. But to be very honest," he looked a little uncomfortable, "our intelligence-gathering capabilities get a bit limited with large astronomical distances."

Silently, Rory continued to frown at him.

"I know, I know. With our interdimensional capacity and state of the art monitoring equipment, you'd think this wouldn't happen. But it does. The right combination of electromagnetic activity, the wrong sub-space interference, and there you are. Two of our continuum servers go down at the worst moment." The Guardian sighed.

"And this affects the Magans how?"

"It's not the Magans that are affected. They're doing the affecting. They're trying to cheat their way into winning the Olympiad."

"Cheat? How the devil can they cheat? It's all about orgasms, right? You canna cheat on orgasms..." Rory huffed his outrage.

The Guardian paced up and down the small cabin. "They're going to try it, nevertheless." He nodded at Boralle's TUNG booth. "The competition involves these...these...things..." he seemed to find them as distasteful as Rory did. "What they're doing is creating their own booths, which will malfunction at a certain level, almost certainly killing the competitor unfortunate enough to be inside at that moment."

"But—that makes no sense," said Rory, frowning. "You canna kill off all the competitors without someone getting suspicious?"

"That's where they've been quite clever. They don't intend to kill off all the competitors. Just the ones who score in the mid to upper range. The low range scorers will be fine, along with the ones who can score highly. The rest will be 'unfortunate'victims of a malfunctioning piece of hardware. Which they have managed to place into competition, since they've sabotaged a good number of the Frallien's existing TUNG booths."

Rory was silent, absorbing this information, processing it and turning it over in his mind.

"So they've practically guaranteed themselves a shot at first place by eliminating the rest of those competitors whose scores might come near."

The Guardian nodded. "We're only talking less than a dozen competitors, too.

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