Destin's Hold by S. E. Smith

Author:S. E. Smith [Smith, S. E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: S. E. Smith

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Prymorus studied the surrounding area. The ruins of buildings rose up all around him. The men with him were gathering an array of weapons. It was seldom that a Waxian would wage full out war with another species. Their preference was strike from within, cutting the artery of their prey and watching them bleed to death. Prymorus would leave the direct attacks to his Drethulan counterparts.

“What have you found?” Prymorus asked, not turning to look at the other man, but continuing to scan the area.

“The surrounding buildings are clear. They appear to be abandoned,” the man stated.

“Search them again and set up guards. I want to make sure the perimeter is secure. I do not want the Trivators to be alerted to our presence yet. We will set up a command center in the abandoned building to the left. Cover the freighter; I don’t want it found,” Prymorus ordered.

“Yes, sir,” the other Waxian male said with a bow of his head before he backed away and turned.

“Retris…,” Prymorus said.

“Yes, sir,” Retris replied, turning to face Prymorus again.

“I notified the Jawtaw, Omini, that we are here. He is sending a Raftian as a liaison for me; search him thoroughly before bringing him here,” Prymorus ordered.

“I will supervise the search myself,” Retris promised, placing his hand on the pistol at his side.

“I will hold you personally responsible if anything should happen,” Prymorus responded before dismissing the other man.

He walked over to one of the buildings he chose for his headquarters. It was a far cry from his accommodations on Dises V or the other dozens of places he controlled for the Waxian regime on different worlds. While he had no need for a permanent residence, Prymorus learned to appreciate the luxuries his authority afforded him.

Stepping through the crumbling door of the building, he glanced around the dim interior. His top lip pulled upward in distaste when he saw the condition of the ruined foyer. A long counter divided a section on the left side of the room. The top of the counter was covered in dust. One of the paintings hung at an odd angle. The painting that had once hung next to the first now lay broken behind the counter.

The bottom floor of the building opened into a spacious area where numerous chairs, low tables, and long couches resided, eerie reminders of the once magnificent building where humans came to gather and rest. Large and small fake plants lay on their sides and were covered in dust. On the far right side, it appeared to have been some form of dining section.

Prymorus walked over to the desk area. His sharp gaze settled on a door that separated the large open area from the section behind the counter. He tested the handle and discovered it was locked. He took a step back and kicked just above the handle. The loud sound of the door breaking echoed through the interior. He watched dispassionately as the door swung inward.

He pushed it out of the way and walked behind the desk, noting the different items on the counter behind it.

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