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“But those files are confidential! Stored in hard copy only, buried miles beneath the surface of a forgotten moon! How didyoulearn about them, never mind get access?”

He smiled to himself. “Ifyouknow about them, then don’t you think others do too? I just found someone willing to talk, that’s all. Besides, that location is a decoy. They’re really hidden in a much more populous location.”

I couldn’t believe what I had just heard.

Uhti had more depth than I imagined.

But if he thought he could use this opportunity to put me in danger so I could be taken out and he could be with Lizzy, he had another thing coming.

If anyone was going to use this situation to their own advantage, it was me.

* * *

Blizac 7 was knownas one of the most dangerous places in the galaxy — not because you were likely to get your throat cut walking down the street (crime rates were surprisingly low on Blizac 7 as criminals had mastered how to manage felons long ago) but because of the black mark that was made against your name if you were spotted fraternizing with the criminal class.

Sure, politicians worked so closely with them that there was often no way to tell them apart but the officials never made the mistake of actuallymeetingtheir criminal counterparts in person!

With my background as a soldier, I would be marked forever as a gun for hire and there would be no getting good quality protection gigs after this.

And yet, I didn’t think twice about entering the polluted airspace.

Lizzy’s life was on the line and I wasn’t about to let my concerns about my career come between us.

Such things were of no significance in comparison to the bond I shared with Lizzy.

A fated mate came along but once in a lifetime — multiple lifetimes if truth be told — and I wasn’t about to let the promise of my career get in the way of that.

Especially since the only protection job I would ever need after this was to protect Lizzy herself!

Uhti brought the ship down smoothly and once again I was taken aback at his piloting skills.

I peered out the windows at the low-rise buildings on each side.

They were small but serviceable and extremely clean.

They might have been homes built in the middle-class area of a city on any planet.

“So, what’s the plan?” I asked Uhti.

He tapped a tablet computer that he then tucked in his pocket. “We take the scan of the decommissioned ship to my contact and give him the information. Then we wait for him to tell us who it belongs to.”

I waited for more. “That’s it?”

He shrugged. “What else is there?”

I threw up my hands. “How about weapons? Or security? A team, maybe? This isn’t exactly the safest place to do business!”

“Actually, Blizac 7 has one of the lowest crime rates in the galaxy—”

“You know what I mean!” I snapped, stabbing an accusing finger at him.

His lips curled slightly at the corners. I couldn’t believe the fool was actually smiling!

“Yes,” he said. “I know what you mean. Look, I’ve known Qeyel for several years now and he could have turned us in, used our business deals against us at any time… but he didn’t.”

“You’re saying you trust a Blizac 7 criminal?” I said, incredulous.

Uhti scratched his chin. “Trust is a strong word… I’m saying we have a mutual benefit in working together.”

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