Page 8 of Catching the Kot'oll Driver

I stare in the direction of the lift, but there’s no light from it. There should be numbers on the display and at least lights for the pad to scan my card on.

He shrugs. “Guess the storm found us.”

Oh, fuck... No way... That can’t be happening...

Since this parking lot is used to hold spaceships that are suspected of committing crimes or have things customs are keeping an eye on, the security gate is at the exit.

But if the electricity is cut...

Now, I can’t get out of this place, and...

The four-arm guy shrugs. “It’s the weekend.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not worried. The repair team will be here soon. Do you even know where you are located?”

This is one of the major facilities in the city, it has to be high on the list of priorities.

“Heat is off.”

I blink and look around. Now that I think about that... There seemed to be a low humming noise from engines or something, but everything is quiet now.

So...

There’s a light shifting sound as the door of his spaceship opens. He gets inside and closes the door, not without shooting me a look.

I...

I fold my arms and stare at the closed door. He is there to mock me. I’m not going to ask to get into his ugly and broken spaceship for sure. It is a disgusting place.

It won’t be long before the lift is fixed. I’m going to be fine.

Fuck him and fuck the stupid snowstorm if that’s the reason the electricity is cut.

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Chapter 4

Grihul

The door of the spaceship closes and I’m finally back in my place. I don’t care what that crazy human female thinks. She has already caused enough delay...

I let out a breath as I head to the dashboard, checking to make sure the spaceship is functioning well. I just refueled on the way here, so everything’s good and I can comfortably stay here for weeks.

Wait...

I head to the storage room instead, opening the cupboards. Well, in terms of fuel for the spaceship, I can stay for almost as long as I want, but in terms of food, maybe not so...

I shrug. It should be fine. I can starve a few days without being dead. There’s enough food for a week anyway, and by then the power will have recovered. Given this is where they check “suspicious” spaceships, it has to be an important place that will be repaired soon.

I head back to the driving seat, looking out of the window.

It is dark, but not dark enough that I can’t see. The human sits in the corner, probably hoping someone will save her.

I’ve already warned her. I don’t know much about the climate of this planet, but I know a snowstorm and I know how to hide from one. We’re in a basement. The floor is going to be cold.

Not that I care about her. She is the reason I’m stuck here. At least she is also stuck here with me. Karma served her right. I’m in warmth and comfort here, while she can starve and be cold outside.

She can blame herself for her misery.

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