Scratch a Dove |
| Once the troopers left to secure the rest of the base. Vila got up. He did
a hasty corpse-check, hoping he wasn't alone. The ginger-headed bloke was
still breathing. Apparently Arlen had used a stun-shot. Dayna was dead, despite being shot with the same gun. She'd broken her neck in the fall. Pity. She had such beautiful legs, not that he'd ever been allowed to touch them. Soolin was much the same, except that she'd been shot dead. Another beautiful woman too good for him. Tarrant's blue eyes were glazing over- well, no more arrogant bullying there. He didn't want to touch the two entwined bodies at the middle of the room, so he used his boot to push Avon off Blake. Both Alphas were dead, the hot-blooded one who risked Vila's life- he'd never forgot Blake keeping him on Albian past the zero hour- and Avon… ice-cold Avon, getting colder by the minute. Vila dragged the ginger-haired fellow outside and stole the flier containing Orac. The vibration of the take-off- well, Vila wasn't the pilot Tarrant had been- woke the man. Vila smiled at him. "Hello. Don't worry. You'll be safe with me. I'm not at all like Avon." |