Page 66 of Guardian's Destiny

"That traitorous bitch deserved to die," Moddekdum threw in. "She and that male would have destroyed everything the Ohrurs stand for."

Craygh looked as if he was about to contradict him but must have changed his mind because he only shook his head in disgust. Honestly, I had heard enough, too, and chose to look out through the peephole instead. It was getting darker outside, as the sun was moving behind the horizon. Still, the spaceport was as busy as it had been before.

"We should eat something," Vraax suggested after a while, and Craygh produced something akin to sandwiches. Meat rolled into layers of the thinnest flatbread, flaky like butter dough.

When we were finished, it was fully dark outside. Stars and two moons could barely be seen against all the lighting across the tarmac.

"Is this ever going to slow down?" I asked, joining Vraax as he unpacked the supplies Lord Hyugh had sent with us.

"The spaceport is busy day and night but will slow down in a few hours," Craygh assured me.

"With the lights on like that, it will be hard to sneak around." I cautioned.

"We’ll use the back of the building," Craygh laid out his plan.

I didn't like it, and a quick glance at Vraax showed me that he didn't, either.

"We've done this before," Craygh tried to alleviate our concerns, "when we absolutely needed parts or things."

"You're gonna get caught. You're better off letting me go and forgetting this whole thing." Moddekdum recommended snidely.

Simultaneously Vraax and I yelled at him, "Shut the fuck up." Well, Vraax used frygg, but it was the same thing. I hated that a few hours ago, we would have looked at each other and laughed, while now we avoided even the slightest glance at each other.

"So the plan is to just sneak out and around the hangars, get on a ship, and go?" It sounded too simple to me.

Craygh nodded, "In essence."

I still wasn't happy. It seemed too… willy-nilly, too much hinged on luck. "We should at least scope the ships out first. I hate for us getting one only to find out it's not working."

"I'll go snoop around," Vraax volunteered.

"You'll stick out like a sore thumb," I prophesized. He was so much bigger than the Ohrurs, and with his silver skin, he would gleam under the lights like a beacon.

"You too," he shot back.

I shook my head. "I'm not that much bigger than the Ohrurs. If I keep to the dark, nobody will notice me."

"But you have no idea if a ship is good to go or not," Vraax shot back triumphantly.

I didn't. He was right about that.

"It's a risk either way," Craygh interrupted our little powwow. "Let's just go, trust me, these ships are ready."

There was that word again:trust. A word I had worked hard not to apply to anything in my job. I didn'ttrusteasily, whenever I did it usually bit me in the ass, I glared at Vraax quickly enough for him not to notice. I also learned long ago that you should not trust the people who say,Trust me.

I rose. "I'll be quick."

"Sloane," Vraax rose, but I was already through a gap in the wall. I heard his loud curses and hastened to blend in with the shadows.

VRAAX

That female was toodamn stubborn for her own good. Frygg. I paced the small space, kicking up rocks here and there just to vent some of my frustration while listening to every sound from outside. Not that I would have heard the sound of a blaster, but I was sure an alarm would be rung if they caught Sloane.

"Will you sit down?" Craygh asked for the sixth time.

I didn't give him an answer, just like I had the previous times. Instead, I kicked another rock, hard enough for it to bounce off the wall and hit Moddekdum in the thigh. Oops.

He glared at me.

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