Tool: Born for War, War for Bonds (Numbered Book 2) by Tor Magus

Author:Tor, Magus [Tor, Magus]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Magus Tor Books and Games
Published: 2014-11-24T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

She could see nothing. Only the dull hiss of the filters in her breathing suit told her that she was still alive and somewhere outside of the dome. Her head ached, a pounding sensation that pumped through her skull like a pulse. After several minutes of lying still, breathing, and concentrating only on the fact that her head hurt, Aurelia thought that she might chance some sort of movement. She licked her lips, which were dry in the air of the suit, and took a deep breath. Okay, that was good; there was no pain in her chest. Experimentally she wiggled her toes. All good. Fingers. All good. When she tried to flex her legs, she found that they were restricted. Hmmm. Arms? Somehow pinned to her sides. If she concentrated, she could feel pressure just below the elbow.

She took in all of this information, analysing it, compiling it, building up a picture of the state of her body. But what the hell had happened? She remembered walking on the lunar surface, the hard-packed ground beneath her feet. She remembered swapping words with someone. A man, she thought. Then nothing. From the information she had, she deduced that she had been attacked in some way. Hit on the head and then restrained.

She was still pondering all of this, the soft hum of her breathing suit calming her, when a white flash cut through her head. She heard herself scream and tightly closed her eyes. A heartbeat went by, then she chanced opening one eye a slit.

A bright beam of light cut through the darkness.

“Awake, are we?” a voice said.

She started to nod, but the movement made her head hurt. “Yes,” she whispered in a hoarse voice.

The beam of light shifted, and there was the sound of metal clanking against metal before the light became a softer yellow shade coming from above. Whoever was there had lit a lantern. Aurelia opened her eyes carefully, but she saw only someone else wearing the same kind of breathing suit that she had on. The figure pulled a stool from somewhere and sat down beside her.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Who are you?” the voice replied. It was a man's voice. Rasping.

Aurelia didn't answer, taking the chance instead to look around. She was inside something. Not a room, she thought. The walls don't look solid enough for that. A tent, maybe. She was lying on something that was probably a bed, though she couldn't see it, and there were packs littered around the walls, like a squad of people had just dumped them and gone off unburdened.

“Where am I?” she asked.

The figure next to her shook his head. “I don't think you get it, girl. You don't get to ask questions anymore. Tell me your name.”

There could be no harm in that, surely. “Aurelia.”

“Good start, Aurelia. What are you doing Out?”

She thought back. What was she doing here? Then it came to her. Gods. Nicholas. “I'm looking for a friend,” she said.

The man laughed. It was a dark laugh, deep and throaty.

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