“You are correct.” I painted nothing. I’m wearing what I always wear. A light shirt, jacket, a blaster harness, boots, and trou with many loops and pockets for my knives.
Her smile lifts high, along with a part of me I never expected. Not here on an alien planet.
“I knew you didn’t painteverything.” Her eyes dart to my lower half then return to my face. “You should be proud of such a realistic costume. It shows you have talent and attention to details.”
“I have many talents, female, but I prefer to show you them in a safer, cleaner environment.”
“Female, huh? You’re really into this role. Okay,Warrior. I’ll bite.”
Drekk, the thought of her nipping at me goes right to my pleasure cock. It’s as hard as can be and I haven’t even told her what I propose.
“Grud do not bite,” I inform her.
“I should have been a vampire. Too late. What would a grud do?”
“Kill me.”
“I’m being serious. If a grud knew you had vital information on your body, what would he do?”
“Kill me, then strip me.”
“Well, I’m a nice grud. No killing.”
“There are no nice grud.”
“I’m sure there are nice grud somewhere.”
Since I like her optimism, I won’t contradict her.
“How about this?” She runs her hand down the front of my shirt. “We skip the killing part and go right to stripping.”
She waggles her eyebrows, and I swear I’m going to burst out of my trou. I need a distraction, but my eyes run down her body, seeking the female hidden by layers of clothing. As I debate how to ask her where and when I can find her again, my comm vibrates. Updates from the several agencies searching for this grud, namely Earth’s military.
“Hey, that’s alien tech.” Kenzie points at my comm. “Illegaltech.”
“All warriors carry comms.”
“Okay. Keep playing that game. I’ll stop prying.”
“Or you can believe I’m an alien.”
She scrutinizes me. “More like you got the alien tech on the black market. Or you’re in one of the divisions that works with aliens. Hmm. I’m guessing the Department of Alien Affairs.”
“Why is it so hard to believe I’m not human?”
“Because the only aliens on Earth these days are here by invite. Aliens have to get cleared by the military or they can’t make it past the defense shield.”
Unless they have a contact on the inside who lets them in. The humans’ planetary shield worked beautifully at first. Then an enemy agent or a traitor infiltrated the facility controlling the shield. Earth is not as secure as the humans believe and they repeatedly turn down Galactic Intelligence’s help to root out the infiltrator.
Kenzie slides her hand into mine. “I hope you don’t mind. I can’t shake the feeling of being watched.”
I sense no one nearby, but I never ignore another’s instincts. Nonetheless, I do not wish her to be afraid. “You will defend me against anyone who attacks, yes?”
She laughs. “I think I’ll need your help.”
“Then you shall have it.”
As her laughter permeates my being, my comm vibrates twice. A live transmission.
