Page 130 of Sohut's Protection

Still, no one wanted to cross the Tasqals.

Through extensive measures, he’d gotten enough intel that he was confident he could get into the sector and out of it alive, possibly.

He’d just have to rely on luck for that last part.

Tall, flat walls of gray rose into the air around them, telling him that he was in the right place.

It was rumored that Sector 89 went underground and that the structures on top were only for show.

Well, he was about to find out.

“You have to stay here,” he whispered and Wawa gave him a dirty look. How the animal managed to do that, he didn’t even know. “I can’t take you in with me. You’d give away my cover immediately.”

The animal made a sound in its throat while still giving him a dirty look.

“Oh, Riv is going to love you.” Sohut smiled a little, before letting a huge sigh leave his body.

“This is it,” he said more to himself than to the stinky little animal in his presence.

Stepping out of the alleyway, he pressed the distorter on his arm and felt the little zing as his image was distorted to that of the life form he chose.

A Hedgerud fighter.

Turning, he made to say goodbye to the slizz but realized Wawa was no longer there.

Cursing underneath his breath, he looked around for the little animal, but he couldn’t see where it had gone.

Phek.

But now wasn’t the time to try and find the thing. He might be late enough as it is.

As he headed toward the doors of the sector, he swallowed hard. This better work.

The large gray doors stood before him, dwarfing him in their magnificence.

“Fighter, state your code.”

It was a crackle that came through the wall. He couldn’t even see the speaker that it came from.

Sohut gulped.

He’d beat as much information as he could from the Gori’s and the thought he was placing his confidence in what they’d told him was making him feel sick.

“Code 9808 under His Excellency Tormud.”

All he needed was the right code and the right name.

It was lax security…but who was mad enough to do what he was doing?

No one.

No one dared to get in the way of the Tasqals.

It was a death sentence, quite literally.

There was a pause on the other side of the doors and for a second, he wondered if his plan was blown but the door began to slide open.

They were huge, yet they made no sound and soon, right in front of him was a long, brightly lit corridor.

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