Invaders: The Chronowarp (Invaders Series Book 2) by Vaughn Heppner

Author:Vaughn Heppner [Heppner, Vaughn]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-06-06T00:00:00+00:00

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The front hatch leading to the piloting compartment was locked. No surprise there.

I looked at Jenna. She still wouldn’t look at me. She stood as if waiting for me to get started.

“You okay?” I asked.

She nodded, but I didn’t believe her. Among other things, her gun hand trembled.

“Look,” I said. “I had to—”

“I know,” she said, interrupting. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Maybe I do.”

She didn’t respond, although her gun hand trembled more than before.

“This is a nasty business,” I said. “I’d rather not have done what I did.”

She frowned as she stared fixedly at the hatch.

“I was worried they would torture you. They threatened me with torture, with your torture and death.”

“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t.”

“You think I enjoyed that?”

She finally met my eyes. “I do,” she said. Then, she looked away.

That left me speechless. I hadn’t enjoyed that… Well, I wasn’t proud of myself. In retrospect, that had been an ugly way to free her and dispose of them. Yet, there might have been a part of me that had enjoyed murdering them while I’d been in a berserk state.

I’m not going to psychoanalyze myself for your enjoyment. I liked to fight and conquer. It was part of my heritage. Killing them meant they weren’t going to kill me. Was that so wrong? Would it have better if they’d defeated me? Would it have been better if they’d strapped me down while they tortured Jenna?

I shouted and kicked the door with flat of my right foot. Jenna backed away, surprised. My foot bounced off the door.

I knew kicking the door was futile. It was made to resist such attempts.

I used the monofilament blade to hack out a metal hole. I reached through, yelping as hot metal burned my wrist. I unlocked the door, opened it, drew out my hand and shoved the door open.

I charged in to find another door. I tried the handle and it turned easily. I charged into a small piloting compartment—and stopped in shock.

A small alien creature was perched on the pilot’s chair. It had a monkey’s tail, but it was the size of an orangutan. The face was more human looking than Philemon’s face. The alien had a fringe of fur around his face, like the fur around our parka hoods. He had long arms like a gibbon and wore clothes over an obviously furry body.

He seemed frightened. He was no more than four feet tall and maybe weighed eighty pounds. I noticed a slender cord attached to a manacle on his right wrist. The cord led to the floor and a lock. It smelled in here. Did the alien go to the bathroom here? I noticed a small port-a-potty to the side, and didn’t want to inspect it more closely than that.

The wound in my side had stopped bleeding by now, but it had soaked my garments with blood. They were also bloody from all the Ukrainians I’d killed.

The alien shrank back from me, trembling in earnest.

“You can’t kill him, Logan,” Jenna said behind me.

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