She lowered it with as much grace.
He smirked.“Very well.No weapons.”He infused his expression and stance with as much arrogance as required—as taught by Malo.
“I look forward to drugging you into submission.”Eysso lunged, her kicks and punches blurring.
He responded, meeting each of her blows with his left hand.“I am not impressed.”He arched a brow at her.“Perhaps Korre will fare better?”
Eysso grunted when Korre shoved her aside for a flurry of punches.Her dark cheeks, warm eyes, and pursed lips said she was enjoying herself.Her knee thrust upward had him leaping back, forcing him to bring his other hand in to play.The bones of a knee hitting his inner thigh muscles could take him to the floor.At the least.
She pulled back, her breathing ragged.
“So, if I am at your mercy, what will you do to me?”He tapped his chest armor and allowed it to fall away.
Their gazes fixed on his exposed chest, distracting them.Yes, he’d stripped away a layer of protection, but an operative didn’t need it.
“Oh,” Eysso gasped.
Thumps from the comm reminded him that no matter how entertaining, he needed to end this.He attacked Eysso, looping his arm around her throat and pinning her back to his chest.As she struggled to free herself, he tightened his hold.Korre struck, but he simply kept Eysso between them, letting her take the brunt of every glancing blow.
Eysso stopped wiggling just as Korre’s high kick knocked her out of his arms.She collapsed to the floor.Korre didn’t wait but dived at him.
He laughed while ducking and side-stepping her efforts.Stings registered where their nails had connected with the skin on his arms and chest.The scent of his blood twitched his nose, and he huffed, unable to help being impressed.But they hadn’t wanted to kill him—a foolish decision on their part.
Movement caught his gaze.Zive stood in the doorway, a blaster trained on Korre.He had an arm thrown over Yelur, propping up the injured male.
“Fire,” Cylo whispered.
Too late, Korre faced Zive and fell to the floor with a gasp.Eysso lay still, her eyes wide.Zive shot her, too.
“Help,” Zive muttered.“Yelur’s a heavy bastard.Or draw your weapon.I want no more surprises.”
Cylo shrugged on his armor and unstrapped his blaster.“What happened?”
“We have been deceived.That male is not Barro.”
“When claiming so put us at ease.We were the fools,” Cylo said.“Well played.”
“Normally, I would suggest we return to theKevol…” Zive’s eyes narrowed.“But I am angry.”
“Indeed.What do you intend to do?”Cylo waved his blaster at the two females.“I assume this fake Barro is dead?”
“Correct.Comm Supreme Commander Kyah.Have him send males.”Zive propped Yelur against a bulkhead and withdrew his med-gun.“We will remain here until they arrive, then meet up with you and Lady Wren on Issneen.”Zive nudged his head at Cylo’s O.D.I.
Pursing his lips, he tapped it and raised his wrist to his mouth.“Supreme Commander Kyah, we require assistance at this location.”
“We are already en route,” the supreme commander said.“The situation did not sit well with me, so I sent a kuta.ETA ten minutes.”
“My thanks.”Cylo glanced at Zive.“Want me to wait?”He tried not to shuffle on his feet, not needing to reveal his eagerness to return to Wren.But he suspected pulling on his helmet had done that.
The elder medic ushered Yelur to the seat Cylo had occupied not five minutes ago.He rose and faced Cylo.“No, it is not necessary.”
“Go.We shall steer this ship to Issneen.”Yelur clutched his side, a fine sheen of sweat on his brow.
“These two are Serratu Kayarra.Be careful.”Cylo checked his sheaths again before rolling the females over until every one of his daggers had been returned to him.He stunned them again for good measure then strapped his blaster in place.
“Comm if you need me.”He bowed his head, knocked his heels, and launched through the shield toward theKevol.
As interludes went, this one had been interesting.What happened in the comm to change Zive’s opinion on stealing?By taking the ship to Issneen, he was delivering stealth technology to Etteria.Cylo had chosen not to mention this.
