Page 64 of Kissed By the Alien
“A way to get you what you need. In exchange for my freedom.”
“Keep talking.”
“There are blasters at the Zyanthan Embassy. A lot of them. I can get you in.”
“Because you’re working with them.”
“Really? We gonna keep going in circles here, Moses? Or do you want to listen and get some blasters?”
That shuts him up, but only for a second. The cogs in his brain are turning—slowly—but they’re turning.
“I left there on good terms with the aliens because I played the part of an ally who gave them information they needed. I don’t care what’s happening in the cat-and-mouse game between you and those blue bastards. I’m looking out for me.” That’s something he’ll believe and respect, considering he’s doing the same. “I’m trying to get my gun back from a jackass who’s as stubborn as you.”
“You’re awful mouthy for a girl in your position.” He waves his gun at my bound hands.
I narrow my eyes. “Is that my gun?”
“No. This one works.” He flashes a toothy grin, those two missing front teeth laughing at me as much as the man.
“So even if I’d had bullets?—”
“It wouldn’t have fired. Don’t you know how rare a working gun is, girlie? Why would we sell one to someone like you? We keep the working ones for us.”
“That’s why you’ll never get your blasters. Too busy screwing over the people who can help you.”
“I doubt you can help me. Look at ya.”
“Are you sure, Moses?”
His eyebrows pinch. “What genius plan do you have? If I like it, I might let you go.”
“I know where the zyanthans keep their blasters in their embassy. I spotted the armory when I was being moved to another area of cells.”
I don’t want to see Moses’s gang get hold of a single blaster, and I know there’s a fair amount at the Zyanthan Embassy. Every guard there had one, but I’m getting desperate here. I won’t give them any information they can use. I’ll make up details before I do that. But I need to buy myself some time to come up with a plan.
“We already attacked the aliens’ embassy. They pulled most of their guards to go to Topanga Park, thanks to you.”
My stomach turns at his words. That so-called secret Moses told me… He played me. Hoped I’d spill to the zyanthans.
Oh, God… What happened to Lutan? Is he alive?
“This is getting us nowhere,” Virtue grumbles, his agitation hotter than the garbage can fire.
“Your attack failed?” I ask, hoping that the zyanthans were able to repel Moses without any losses.
“That’s why we need blasters still, girlie. I’m startin’ to think Virtue’s idea of selling you might work.”
“We grab a few others too. One pussy ain’t enough,” Virtue throws in.
“Your buyer’s not interested in being paid back. You’ve screwed him over, Moses. Cost him time and possibly opportunities for whatever he planned to use those blasters for.”
“Fuck, she’s right,” Virtue says, kicking the can and knocking it over. It rolls away from me, inviting the frigid night air to swoop down and encase me like a blanket made of ice.
“I have a possible solution,” I say, lying through my teeth. Moses squats in front of me, scrutinizing my expression. I need to come up with something legit or he’ll see right through me.
“Go on. Convince me.”
“If you can’t get blasters, then pay back your buyers. With interest. Atonof interest, so he doesn’t feel taken advantage of.”
