The Seeker by Sandy (SJ) James

Author:Sandy (SJ) James
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: science fiction, scifi romance', scifi, 'romance

Chapter Fifteen

Night had fallen, and the city of Seattle was deserted. All the buildings and landmarks stood in the inky darkness, silhouetted by the moon. One majestic structure—a tall spire—drew his attention. Humans called it the Space Needle. An apt name.

Aiodhan hadn’t expected to see many people, knowing most would have been enslaved or murdered by now. While Vymalns normally rounded up all their conquered, they sometimes surrounded areas of cities and contained some prisoners there with fences and patrols. Then they’d force a few of their captives to survive in those cordoned areas and leave only to complete their jobs in service of the new Vymaln government. Not that they’d provide food or medicines. There were two such areas in Seattle according to Seeker intelligence.

He kept to the alleys and shadows. Finding Khymer Cantu wouldn’t be easy, but since he was supposed to be the head of the sentries controlling this area of the city, staying close was Aiodhan’s best hope for success. The Vymaln had risen quickly through the military ranks, and the Praemons predicted he’d soon rescue a visiting Vymaln prince from a human assassination attempt. That event would start a timeline that could see Cantu eventually usurp the throne. His becoming konsig could lead to another war between the Vymalns and the Tirians—a war the Praemons believed Tirios would lose.

Aiodhan was there to see that none of those predictions came to pass.

As he slipped around the corner of a business development, he caught sounds of a struggle. Approaching as silently as possible, he took in the sight.

Two Vymaln female soldiers were taunting a young human girl. Both Vymalns prodded the girl with stun-sticks that were clearly at their lowest setting. That level of voltage inflicted pain without debilitating the victim. The smiles on the tormenters’ green faces were testament to the joy they found in torturing the child.

Her jaw was clenched, her dirty cheeks smeared with tears, but she refused cry out despite the fact she had to be in pain. Aiodhan couldn’t have been prouder of the child if she’d been Tirian.

He knew this game, one Vymalns loved to play with their captives. They would continue to increase the strength of the shock until the girl collapsed. Since she was so young—probably ten or so human years—her heart wouldn’t cease to beat the same way an elder’s might. No, these Vymaln scum would torment her until they grew bored with their game. Then they’d slit her throat simply to watch the girl’s life bleed out right in front of them.

Aiodhan’s training kicked in, telling him to move on. Quickly. This child wasn’t his problem or his responsibility. He had a job to do, a Vymaln to kill. He should just get out of there and continue to search out his target. Once that target was dead, he could go back and get Kara. Then he could leave this wretched place.

Wretched place.

That’s what he’d been told. Earth was full of heathens with no brains and no strength.

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