Page 101 of Seeded By Two

Of course, I was one step ahead of everyone else and knew they would discover nothing inside.

I lifted my visor and gently waved my hand to get Feon’s attention.

As he looked over, his eyes rising to mine, it took a painfully long moment for him to recognize it was me.

A smile curled the corners of his lips but he did not dare allow it to spread across his face.

It was another infinite stretch of time as he realized what was about to happen.

His eyes dropped to the blaster pistol in my hands before flicking back up to mine.

Without him having to mouth anything at all, I knew what I had to do.

I lowered the visor back down, covering my features.

Feon waited, hands open, palms facing up.

As the drones in the holo-image forced the pod door open, I rushed forward and thrust the blaster pistol into Feon’s open hands.

As everyone’s attention was on the holo-screen projection, Feon twisted the pistol around, holding it backwards so he could pull at the trigger with his thumb, aiming downward at a precise spot on the restraints.

The plasma shot through the cuffs and burrowed a small hole in the floor.

The green light blinked red and then went off completely as Feon twisted his arm, snapping what remained of the restraints, and launched himself at the guard.

I had never seen anything so fast, so vicious, so incredible in my entire life.

None of his movements were wasted.

As big and powerful as these guards were, they were nothing compared to Feon, who shot a hole through one of the guard’s heads, while wrapping his arm around another in the same instant, gripping his chin and yanking it viciously to one side, where I heard a horrifying series of pop sounds.

The other guards launched themselves at him, but he was a spinning whirlwind of fury.

The guards, seeming to consider me still among their number, rushed past me to get at him.

I hurled myself at their feet, tripping one of them up.

There was no way I was going to face them in hand-to-hand combat, but as an obstacle for them to trip over?

I was perfectly tailored for that!

The creature tripped on me, fell, and slammed into the floor.

He got to his feet, turned, and aimed his rifle at me.

A powerful double kick from Aslas—his only option as his feet were still lashed together—knocked him unconscious.

Feon fired a bolt into the restraints about his ankles so now he was totally free.

Aslas did likewise with his own restraints and his own commandeered rifle.

Soon, the guards’ lifeless bodies dotted the floor.

My fated mates drew up to one of the dead bodies and yanked it up, slamming it against the wall.

It morphed instantly into the hideous creature I had seen earlier.

It was only pretending to be dead!

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