The Luna Missile Crisis: An Alien Contact Sci-Fi Adventure (Contact Day Book 1) by Rhett C. Bruno & Jaime Castle

Author:Rhett C. Bruno & Jaime Castle [Bruno, Rhett C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aethon Books
Published: 2020-09-21T16:00:00+00:00

EIGHTEEN

Red swore in Russian. Connor knew it was a curse word. It didn’t matter the language, they all carried that feeling.

Connor hid his face, but this time she didn’t strike him.

“You have hands of stone,” she remarked.

“Well, stop fidgeting,” he snapped. It was hard enough to focus on stitching her wound when she had her pants pulled down to just above her knees. She didn’t provide any warning before doing it either. Suddenly, there was Connor, sitting in front of her nearly naked form, trying his hardest to stay focused on the gash so that his eyes didn’t wander.

“Just one more.” Connor pulled the thread through and snipped it. “There . . . closed.” He took a beat to marvel at his handiwork. A bit crooked and unevenly spaced, but it would do.

He dropped the needle back into the med kit he’d found buried in the break room. A space-age shuttle beyond anything the world’s superpowers boasted in their fleets, and there was nothing but a kit you’d find in your local A&P. He dumped what little was left of a water bottle onto the wound to clean it off. She flinched.

“Good as new,” Connor said.

“Finally.”

“In America, we say ‘thank you.’”

“In Russia, we take a drink.”

Red snatched a roll of gauze out of the kit, wrapped her thigh, then pulled a terrifying knife out of her boot. A faded Soviet hammer and sickle was carved on the hilt. Connor instinctually closed his eyes and feared the worst. She reached behind her and grabbed her uniform jacket, then cut a strip of cloth to wrap the wound.

Connor exhaled. She gingerly squirmed back and forth as she pulled her pants over her hips. He averted his gaze, though he wasn’t sure why, considering he’d just been up close and personal for more than a few minutes.

“All right,” she said as she stretched out her leg. “No more wasting time. We are lucky we have not been found yet.”

“Or unlucky, depending on who does the finding,” Connor said.

She rolled her eyes. It reminded him of the way Julia used to react to his comments. He ignored the rush of memories.

“So, who gets it first?” Connor nodded toward the empty space suit propped up against the wall of the cargo bay. Connor had done what he could to patch the hole in the stomach and the one in the visor using some thread and caulk he’d found, intended for short-term, emergency repairs. He wasn’t Rajeev, but he wasn’t useless.

His work did nothing that could help the suit fit two of them, however. The pilot’s suit was beyond repair and completely pinned by wreckage, so having two suits was off the table. They’d need to switch off.

“Go ahead,” Red said. “You Americans do have such soft flesh.”

“No way, ladies first,” he said.

“If you insist.” She limped toward the suit without waiting for a response.

Damn you and your big mouth, Connor.

“So, now I’m not the girl?” he asked.

“First thing they used to teach when I was child in Russia,” she said as she stepped into the suit.

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