Page 11 of Catching the Kot'oll Driver

That’s not going to happen when I’m supposed to be in the parking lot.

My eyes snap open and I sit up, only to be staring at a wall ahead of me.

This isn’t the parking lot. Where am I?

Maybe the power recovered, and the medics or my colleagues brought me away from the stupid parking lot. I let out a breath. it’s better than nothing.

But... I don’t recognize this room. There are a few rooms for those of us on shift to take a rest in turns, but this isn’t any of those rooms.

Where am I?

In a hospital?

But hospitals will at least keep some lights on. And I’m not hooked up to any machines, so it can’t be the case.

There are no stinky detergents or cleaning agents in the air either. This feels like just a regular room with nothing special, except...

Someone knocks on the door. I reach for the gun on my belt, but...

Fuck...

I pat my belt again, reaching for the emptiness. My heart races and my mind draws blank. Why? What?

The door opens to...

I point at him. “I know you.”

It is the four-arm guy. I know that ugly face with his beard. Why am I here and why’s he the one opening the door as if he is here to check on me?

Now I know why I don’t have my gun with me.

I hiss at him. “You kidnapped me!”

He rolls his eyes. “I saved you.”

“No way.” I fold my arms.

What does he mean?

Am I... Fuck... Am I in a room on his spaceship? His fucking stupid spaceship that’s good for nothing?

I suck in a breath, trying my best to do that slowly so he won’t find out. “You put me on your spaceship.”

He nods. “Yeah. Would you rather freeze outside?”

“And you put me on your bed.”

He lifts an eyebrow. “Do you prefer the floor?”

A stream of heat reaches my cheek. I feel my clothes, they are intact, so...

On my lap, there’s a warm towel. Maybe it was on my forehead, thus the heat I felt.

I gasp when even more heat pools in my body. Now, the chill from earlier is gone completely. “You didn’t ask whether I want to be here or not.”

He opens the door wider and stands to the side of it, gesturing at the outside. “You can leave.”

Um...

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