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Sight Unseen

A Chronicles of Riddick Alternate Universe

Chapter Seven

The cat-in-the-cream smile on Rick’s face kept growing as I worked one-handed to unlock the handcuffs that the prison guards had slapped on me to replace Toombs’ heavy manacles. Fortunately, I’d practiced with my lockpicks in case of this sort of situation. Within two minutes, the restraints fell seven meters, hitting the uneven rock floor with a clatter.

“Hands, babe.” My mate shifted obligingly, grabbing the loop of cable first with one hand, and then the other. His cuffs came off even faster than mine, and I looked down. Several ragged figures had appeared, streaked with yellow powder. They looked like they wanted a fight.

They’d sure as hell get one.

“Ready?” Rick grinned wickedly in response.

“Go.” As he spoke, I flung myself backwards, turning a full somersault and a one-eighty pivot before landing in a feline crouch. My boot knife all but jumping into my hand, I charged the closest member of the ‘welcome wagon.’

He never knew what hit him.

In a matter of seconds, I took down three men, then turned toward my lover. Fear seized up my throat; there was too much distance between us for me to stop the man behind him before his blow landed. I started to cry out his name.

A long chain whipped out from a dark corner, precisely wrapping itself around the bastard’s throat. The person wielding the chain pulled, hard, and I heard the other prisoner’s neck break. A little flip freed the improvised weapon to retract across the ground.

Jack—Kyra stepped out of the shadows, winding the links around her arm. One corner of my mouth quirked, and she nodded solemnly. I could tell that her dormant potential had woken fully at last.

Now we were truly a matched set. Three beasts in human disguise. And anyone who crossed us… well, they wouldn’t live long enough to regret it.

“There are inmates, and there are convicts.” I turned and moved toward Rick, carefully watching the bearded man who’d spoken. He ambled down a set of slap-dash stairs, followed by a couple other men. “A convict has a certain code, and he—or she—knows to show a certain respect.” He eyed my bloody knife, his face unreadable. “An inmate on the other hand, pulls the plug on his fellow man. Does the guards’ work for them. Brings shame…” One foot lashed out almost casually, kicking one of the welcomers in the head and snapping his neck. “… to the game. So, which are you two gonna be?”

“Us?” my man asked. “We’re just passin’ through.”

“Needed t’ pick someone up,” I added. Then we walked away, steps matching.

(Guv)

Ceryll scratched his beard, wondering about the very deadly newcomers. Who were they? Who did they intend to ‘pick up’ and why? Most important of all, how the hell had they gotten actual, honest-to-God weapons past the guards and whatever mercs had caught them?

Wait. Kyra had possessed real weapons when she’d arrived over two months earlier. Granted, she’d gradually lost the hidden blades to the guards’ searches, but she’d made other weapons to take their places. Like the chain she’d used just a few minutes earlier, and the spring-loaded spikes she’d attached to her boot heels last week.

And she’d insisted that her ‘sister an’ her man’ would spring her out of Crematoria. A moment later, he spotted her heading toward him, the coil of chain looped over her shoulder.

“Told ya, Guv.” She grinned, the first real grin he’d seen from her. “Told ya they’d be here t’ get me.” Then she strode away, following the new pair.

‘Just passin’ through,’ he thought. Sounds like they’re sure they can get out. But nobody outs Crematoria…

(Lyra)

“So what took you guys so long? How did Toombs find us?” Kyra’s voice held a slightly ugly note, a thirst for revenge.

“Imam.” Rick only needed the one word to explain.

“That mother-fuckin’, holier-than-thou bastard—”

“—is dead.” I interrupted the building tirade. “An Elemental mentioned baby boys bein’ murdered in a specific, particularly sick manner, an’ guess who he thought of.” The younger woman spat off to one side angrily. “So we went t’ find out what th’ fuck he thought he was playin’ at an’ got caught in a goddamn invasion. Holy man got killed durin’ it, Rick got th’ one who did it, an’ that got th’ Necros’ leader interested in us. Weird-ass interrogation, figured out that th’ leader’s th’ one who killed our folks, then got away an’ ran into Toombs, who ‘kindly’ gave us a ride here. No hyper at all.” My skin crawled; I hate cryo.

“Won’t be surprised if th’ fucker sent troops after us, th’ way he reacted t’ findin’ out I’m Furyan.” My mate added his two cents in an irritated growl. He kept peering at the small caves we walked past.

“Uhm.” My sister blinked. “Ain’t you guys…?”

“Not since they got you,” I replied, knowing what she hadn’t said. “Drivin’ me batshit.”

“Goddamn. ‘S gotta be th’ longest drought you guys’ve ever had.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“I’ll just, uh, go see if I c’n find… yeah.” She trotted off in another direction, ponytail of chocolate curls swaying. Other prisoners pressed against the sides of walkways to let her pass.

Yeah, you might call it a drought, kiddo, I thought. I ached so badly that I was tempted to just drag Rick into the next vacant alcove. But neither of us tended toward exhibitionism, so we needed a cave that afforded us some privacy.

I sighed and kept looking.

Necromonger Frigate
(Vaako)

Vaako stood on the bridge, hands clasped behind his back as he gazed into the three viewing orbs showing the space around the ship. He heard the Purifier enter; the man walked differently from the soldiers, with softer, lighter steps.

Not for the first time, he wondered why the Lord Marshal had sent his Chief Purifier after two breeders, along with one of his most senior commanders and a full frigate of soldiers.

“They can be quite a test, these deep runs.” Surprised, Kyrus glanced at the blond out of the corner of his eye. “A test of our inner selves. Don’t you find that true?”

“Some men do.” He kept his reply as neutral as he could.

“Just being so far from the armada, the mind can start to fill with… strange thoughts.” The Purifier wanted to test the depth of his faith, it seemed. “Doubts. Don’t you ever have doubts, Vaako?”

“Doubts?” About his wife, yes, but he didn’t think that was what the other man meant.

“About the campaign, about Lord Marshal.” It seemed as though the other man had plucked the thoughts right out of his head. Angry, he turned on the blond.

“First and always, I am a Necromonger commander. So if you’re here to test my loyalty, you succeed only in testing my patience.” There, let him suck on that.

“Oh, no. No, that’s not why I’m here at all.” The Purifier turned and left as Vaako stared in mild shock.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Helion Prime
(Aereon)

Chains and weights attached to her arms clanked down the steps in her wake. Someone had ordered her brought to the small transport hovering in front of the Basilica. As soon as she stepped aboard, the guards released her from her bonds and a female Necromonger appeared.

“I’m so glad I could steal you away for a moment.” The mocha-skinned woman’s voice dripped with poison and sarcasm. Doors closed behind Aereon, and she felt the ship rise. “Doesn’t it strike you as odd? Here we have the current Lord Marshal, destroying entire societies, and yet he can’t bring himself to kill one stranded Elemental.”

She’s fishing… but what is she trying to catch?

“Why is that? You don’t pray to our god. You pray to no god, I hear.”

“Elementals… we calculate.” She gave the shortest and most generic answer she could think of.

“Mmm. Don’t we all.” The Necromonger sounded smug. “But now, let’s have first things first. What of Riddick and the woman?”

“In truth, I don’t know where they went.”

“In truth, I’m more interested in where they came from.” The woman moved a large switch, causing a trap door to open and forcing Aereon to step back quickly. “Watch your step.”

Arrogant. One of the great flaws of the Necromonger society. With the events now set in motion, they’d learn the price of that arrogance soon.

“I’ve always wondered, does an Air Elemental fly?” The elegantly-dressed woman picked up a wide, bladed weapon. “Now do me a favor. Calculate the odds of you getting off this planet alive, and now cut them in half!” The edge swing at her, and she stepped away from it, easily gliding over the void in the deck.

“No, we can’t fly,” she responded calmly once she’d set foot on the other side and solidified. “But we glide very well.” They even had gliding competitions back home, but this foul creature didn’t need to know that. “Save your threats, Necromonger. I would have told you about Riddick for the asking.” Best not to mention how surprised she was by the presence of the young Furyan woman who, to the eyes of one as familiar with the race as she, had become his bonded mate.

Now, perhaps, she could sow the seeds of discord against Zhylaw. Now she could begin to pay the debt she owed to every Furyan who might have survived the massacre she had unintentionally inspired. If any besides Riddick and his partner lived; if not, she might as well have killed every one of them with her own hands.

“It concerns a foretelling, a prediction now more than thirty years old. A young warrior once consulted a Seer. He was told a child would be born of the planet Furya, a male child, who would someday cause the warrior’s downfall.” How many more times would she have to repeat the words that had become her greatest mistake?

A gleam entered the eyes of the Necromonger, who quickly ordered the small vessel’s pilot to return them to the Basilica.

Communications Centers, Basilica and Frigate

“… cause his un-timed death.” She leaned close to the Quasi-Dead that transmitted her voice to her husband.

“A Furyan?” His reply held a note of confusion. “Furya is a ruined world, no life to speak of.” Vaako paced by the head of the writhing, once-human creature.

“For good reason,” his Dame crooned. “This young warrior mounted an attack on Furya, killing all young males he could find, even… strangling some with their birth cords. An artful stroke, wouldn’t you say?”

Personally, he found it disgusting and reprehensible. Though it did reinforce her earlier statement about the Lord Marshal’s ‘artistic’ streak.

“So this warrior, the one who tried to outwit the prediction, would later become…”

“That’s why he worries.” It all began to make a disturbing sort of sense.

“… the Lord Marshal. Which would make the man-child…”

“He worries he missed killing that child in its crib.”

Or that he had tried to kill it and failed, discarded what he thought was a corpse before it actually died. In which case, this Riddick must be extraordinarily resilient. He nearly died as an infant, yet grew into such a large, strong, and deceptively swift adult. He couldn’t stop his mind from replaying the man’s brief fight with Irgun.

“…Riddick. That’s why it’s so vital to him—”

“Wait,” Zinna hissed.

“It’s about a prophecy.”

“Wait, wait!” Kyrus stopped mid-thought. Had someone come near on the Basilica, someone who shouldn’t overhear their discussion?

“Are you there?” he asked after a long moment.

“You do what your lord asks.” He hated when she ordered him around as if he didn’t have two brain cells to rub together. “You cleanse Riddick and his partner for him, and in doing so, you prove your undying loyalty. And perhaps then he’ll finally let down his guard.”

As he pushed the Quasi-Dead back into its niche, his mind raced. Did Zhylaw deserve his loyalty? Did his wife mean to have him challenge the Lord Marshal once the Furyan posed no threat?

He had to get a shorter leash on that damn woman before she got them both killed.

(Niklas)

Leaning against the wall, Niklas smiled to himself. He’d heard Vaako’s entire conversation with his wife, and it fanned the flames of his hope into a blaze. Trick the commander into believing the Alphas were dead, then help them get back to Helion Prime and into the Basilica…

Watching them fulfill the prophecy would give him a great deal of satisfaction.

Crematoria, the Pit
(Riddick)

“Still here, I see.” We’ve been lookin’ for a good spot for a couple hours without success when th’ bearded man catches up t’ us. I bare my teeth, silently warnin’ th’ other man away from my woman. “I’ve been here for eighteen years,” th’ convict continues. Then he moves a ring on his left hand, th’ broad flash of silvery metal on his third finger. “See this? I remember how gorgeous she was. Well, gorgeous in a certain light. And now, for the goddamned death of me, I cannot remember her name.”

Not a good sign, forgettin’ people you’ve left on th’ outside. Especially someone he got hitched t’, beer goggles or no. It means he’s losin’ his sense of self. I’ve seen it happen before, guys turnin’ into livin’ ghosts.

“Feeding time!” Th’ announcement over th’ tinny speakers sparks a flurry of movement among th’ prisoners. They push an’ shove, barricadin’ themselves behind bars. Th’ apparent leader smiles.

“We’re here for the rest of our unnatural lives.” He turns away, then looks back over his shoulder. “Whatever you do, don’t make eye contact.”

(Lyra)

Amid the chaos, we found a semi-secure spot; a ledge set in front of some bars, with a cascade of water between it and the walkway. I could hear some sort of animal, several individuals snarling and calling out to each other in half-familiar tones. Some prisoners screamed, only to be cut off abruptly.

Probably killed by whatever had been released into the Pit.

Things quieted down after a bit, and I soon heard padding steps accompanied by a soft clicking and rustling. One of the creatures walked by on the other side of the waterfall, a dark gray canid shape, perhaps the size of a tiger.

After it passed, Rick and I looked at each other. We needed no words to communicate our shared curiosity about the beast. I raised my sunglasses, feeling my eyes change in the dim light, and turned just as the head pushed through the curtain of water.

Its shape definitely reminded me of a hound, with its narrow snout and pointed ears, but nothing else did. Instead of fur, it wore wide scales, and its eyes gleamed as sliver as my mate’s. The body color shifted, gray flushing a bright red as it growled and rattled the plates that bristled like raised hackles. Rick leaned forward, his nose just centimeters from its muzzle as their stares locked.

Slowly, the crimson faded and the scales settled back against the animal’s neck. It withdrew, my lover following it through the cascade. I came right behind, just in time to see the creature turn toward the edge of the walkway and let out a loud howl. Several creatures answered, and it pivoted again, rubbing its head against Rick’s hip and thigh like an enormous, affectionate dog.

~*~

She huffed to herself, the spines of her pelt rattling slightly. As was usual when the cruel ones released her pack, they’d caught a few of the prey, sharing once most of the rest found their hiding spots. Now they’d spread out for a better check, to see if any prey had found itself cornered where one might reach it.

She’d been forced to swat the most stubborn of the young males of the other kind; he’d tried to bring down the cub again. But new scents were in the humid air. And these were definitely not prey.

They were the ones she’d gotten traces of from the cub. Their own. Not the same shape as either half of the pack, but theirs all the same, and fully so.

Her second’s howl of joy sent her running along the hard, narrow paths. The other female had found them and recognized one; she, too, had been very young when she last encountered one of theirs, and only they and their two mates remembered. The others had been too young, or had been born in this place.

Maybe the cub and her pack-mates could get the pack away from here, to some place with more prey and more space. They certainly had the pack’s loyalty, just because of their links to both sides of the pack.

The anticipation of revenge on the cruel ones heated her blood as she ran.

(Lyra)

Another animal barreled down the walkway, skidding to a stop just before it would have bowled me over. Somehow, it struck me as more feline than canine, and more familiar in an odd way. Its mercury eyes met mine, a deep purr erupting as it stepped closer.

“Hey there.” I kept my voice soft and non-confrontational, one hand outstretched with the palm up. It barely sniffed before bumping it imperiously. A laugh bubbled up from my chest.

More joined us, forcing us to find a large platform where they could crowd as close to us as they wanted. Three of the six paid more attention to me, two felinoids even larger and more mature-acting joining the one that had nearly run over me. I’d never had a pet, but they felt more like new-found friends than creatures meant to be simple, affectionate companions. A younger canid was all over Rick, acting like an eager puppy.

The faces of awed prisoners peered through the bars nearby, warned off occasionally by scales—or the slimmer spines of the felinoids—flushing red and the snap of someone’s teeth.

A buzzer sounded, turning a half-dozen heads toward the control room. The smaller felinoid looked at me, silver eyes wide. I recognized the expression, even on such an unusual face.

Oh dear Lord. Not puppy-dog eyes.

But one of its elders put a stop to the wordless attempt to wheedle me into something, grasping one rounded ear in gentle teeth. With a quiet whine, the younger one followed. A canid bristled at a convict, flushing red briefly before calmly heading upwards. I watched them go, saddened.

“Take ‘em with us when we leave.” My mate ran a comforting hand down my arm. “All of ‘em. More up top.” One corner of my mouth twitched with a small, brief smile.

“Bloody hell.” I looked up to find the bearded man on the other side of the bars.

“It’s an animal thing.” The guy didn’t seem convinced by Rick’s explanation, so I pushed my shades up again and put the side of my hand against my eyebrows. The man flinched as I felt my eyes switch to dark mode.

“Guards’ll be coming through once the hounds’re back in their kennel. Routine searches for weapons… They’re more, ah, thorough with the women.”

“And this matters why?”

“Because I haven’t seen Kyra since she went after you two. She usually forts up with me when they send the hellhounds down.” Knowing what my little sister had gone through before we met five years earlier, I began to curse a blue streak. Finding her could present quite a challenge, given the size of the pit in which the prison had been built.

We split up to canvass the area more quickly, and I all but stumbled over Kyra twenty minutes later. A furtive air lingered about her, despite her slight smile at seeing me. She touched my arm lightly before speaking.

“They’re gonna do a ‘head count’ any minute now.” Her eyes became haunted. “There’s a reason we don’t have many women down here. Once th’ guards break somebody’s spirit, they go up top an’ don’t come back.”

“Better find Rick, then, yeah?” She nodded vigorously, and I began to head back the way I’d come.

We managed maybe a hundred meters before the guards found us.

“Lookit what we got here.” A dark-skinned man leered at me. “Th’ little bitch an’ some fresh meat.”

“You have no fuckin’ idea who you’re messin’ with, do ya?” My snarled question only prompted nasty chuckles. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya… if ya c’n speak when it’s all over.”

“Cocky piece of ass, aren’t ya?” A slim, bald man looked me over. “Not bad lookin’, either. Think I’m gonna enjoy this.” With rifles in hand, two guards backed us up against a wall. My sister turned reluctantly, putting her hands on the rock face as I followed her lead.

Making contact with her green gaze, I wiggled one wrist slightly. She shook her head, the movement as subtle as mine. No wrist blades, then. I looked down at my feet, thinking of the spring-loaded, serrated blades hidden in the soles of my boots. Just a little, deliberate shift in where my body mass settled would release the catches and turn every kick into a potentially lethal blow. When I looked back up, Kyra winked.

“Check ‘em,” one guard ordered. “Little bitch always has a blade somewhere.” Rough, unwelcome hands began frisking me, running down my sides. Whichever man it was, he cupped my ass in both hands, then slid them around to my front. As soon as he moved one south and the other north, I acted.

Ragged-edged razors popped out of their hiding spots, and I gave the guard a complimentary vasectomy. Centripetal force gave my shoulder and elbow enough strength to throw him halfway across the cavern. My sister’s assailant went in almost the same direction, the pair’s heads knocking against each other.

More men moved in, wielding maulsticks in an effort to avoid my saw-edged feet and the long spikes extending from the backs of Kyra’s boots. We held our own for a bit, but four opponents and little room to move took their toll. A blow glanced off my arm, another clipped the kid’s ribcage, and her feet tangled with mine as she fell. Off-balance, I deflected one more swing and toppled, barely missing my sister. Something heavy pinned my shins to the dusty floor as a steel rod pulled against my throat.

“I don’t think they like bein’ touched.” The familiar rumble startled the guards enough for me to scuttle away from the maulsticks, but they still blocked the exit. Kyra and I crowded into a corner where we couldn’t be flanked; I breathed an internal sigh of relief at my mate’s presence. “If I was you, I’d take my wounded an’ go.” Rick sipped from the metal cup in his hand. “While ya still can.”

“Is there a name for this private little world of yours, huh?” The arrogant black man swaggered toward him. “What happens there when we don’t just… run away? You’ll kill us? With a soup cup?” Laughter burst from his buddies.

“Tea, actually.”

“Whazzat?” Rick drained the container, then set it upside-down on the rounded top of a rock.

“I’ll kill you with my tea cup.” For a moment, the guards exchanged confused looks. Then the talkative pair leaned toward each other, probably thinking that only their friends could hear them.

“You know the rule.”

“They aren’t dead if they’re still on the books.” Steel slithered against a sheath and the darker-skinned man began to turn.

But my lover moved much faster. The cup rose, slammed down on the rock, and split in several places. Over a hundred and fifty kilos came together with a meaty sound, and then a moist tearing as one bronzed arm twisted viciously. The guard flew halfway back to the wall, eyes staring blindly; it took his hand a moment to release the knife.

Quietly smirking, Rick stooped, then placed an old, rusted churchkey on the same stone that had so briefly held the cup. With little hesitation, the pair that had started patting us down were seized by their ankles and dragged away. Kyra popped to her feet with an explosive sigh.

“Damn, I thought they had me that time.” She wiped her palms on her thighs. “I mean, usually I stick close t’ Guv, but I was more concerned with givin’ you some space today.”

“Death by teacup.” I had to reverse the rotation before the improvised weapon would come out of the corpse’s chest. The blood coated all but the bottom centimeter or so of the simple container’s walls. “Damn. Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Ain’t interested in playin’ ‘Who’s The Better Killer’ at th’ moment, Lyra.”

(Kyra)

The tone of her (unofficial) foster brother’s voice left Kyra absolutely no doubt as to his intentions. She refused to look back as she exited the cave; it would only make her jealous of their relationship. Guv waited outside, holding three more crude cups. She snagged one and took a grateful sip of the hot, tea-like liquid.

“I’ve never seen the guards go running like that. Should I get a cleanup crew?”

“Not ‘til they’re done.” She shook her head, loosening fear-taut muscles. “An’ that might be a while. First time since they got together that anyone’s really gotten Lyra down an’ at their so-called ‘mercy.’ Gave Rick a real scare.” The brunette glanced back at the cave. “They could be hours, actually.”

“With a dead body right there?” The convicts’ leader gave her a bemused stare, and she snorted indelicately.

“Dumbass was gonna rape his mate. Prob’ly gonna make it better for ‘em both.” Kyra shrugged. “Weird, yeah, but I love ‘em anyways.”

“All three of you are fucked in the head.” Despite his actual words, fondness tinged Guv’s voice. She knew that he’d come to care for her in a paternal way since her arrival. Maybe she could get him to join them in their escape.

Spotting a seat-level niche nearby, she curled up to nurse the nerve-soothing brew. Her friend found a spot for himself, but didn’t touch the contents of either of the other tin cups. The teen smiled wryly.

“Your cup’s not much use anymore.” He raised an eyebrow. “Rick turned it into a deadly weapon. Went deep enough that it prob’ly tore into th’ guard’s heart.”

“That what sent them running?” And evil grin spreading across her face, the girl gave him a blow-by-blow description of the entire confrontation. Guv was suitably impressed, judging by his expression.

“Lyra finished th’ blades in ‘er boots just before Toombs ambushed us.” She pressed one heel against the rock and then down, snapping the rough steel spikes back into their normal spots. “‘S what gave me th’ idea for these. They’re fuckin’ masters at hidin’ weapons. If I was any good at lock-pickin’, I’d have a belt buckle like hers, an’ those goddamn mercs wouldn’t’a lived t’ get here.”

“And you’ve spent five years flitting around the known universe without getting caught until now?”

“Eh, one nabbed me a couple years back, but he didn’t get a word outta me in th’ hour it took ‘em t’ track ‘im down.” She shrugged. “Lyra’s got a hellishly devious mind. An’ she knows th’ law backwards an’ forwards, too.”

“So what got you caught this time?”

“Betrayed by a sanctimonious ass who owed us his life at least twice over. But he’s dead now, an’ we’ll fix Toombs when we get outta here.”

For a couple of hours, they chatted companionably, Kyra telling Guv more than she’d previously considered wise. Another con came by with the slop that passed for food in the Pit, and she managed to talk him into leaving bowls for her still-occupied friends. They appeared a few minutes later, their clothes dusty and Lyra’s hair spiky with sweat. She walked a bit stiffly, too, and the brunette smiled as she held out the extra food.

“Enjoy yourselves?” Both of them flashed extremely self-satisfied grins.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” her sister quipped before shoveling colorless glop into her mouth. Rick only chuckled, and Kyra rolled her eyes.

“I hope t’ hell you two got most of that drought outta your systems, then.” They simply smirked again. “God, you are such teenagers, sometimes.”

A loud groan diverted everyone’s attention, and she checked her mental clock. Right on schedule, the control room rose on its massive screws, and clouds spiraled toward the newly-revealed vents. Both Furyans hummed thoughtfully.

“So they do go topside.” The heavily-muscled man swallowed the last of his meal, then cleared his throat. “T’ swap out air. Interestin’.”

That sounds like a plan. Dammit, what’s goin’ through that thick skull of his? Lyra absently passed her a small knife, and she quickly started trimming her ragged fingernails.

“I suppose you have blades for the same reason Kyra had hers when she arrived.” Guv cocked an eyebrow, getting a grin back from her sister.

“Toombs is sloppy, only took th’ weapons he could see. We’re gonna get ‘em back soon, though.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“When it happens, it’ll happen fast.” Rick’s voice stayed casual as he spoke. “Stay on my leg when we cut fence or stay here… for th’ rest of your unnatural life.” Then he started climbing the rock face, probably looking for a secure spot where he could nap.

“Nobody outs this place.” Her bearded friend stared as Lyra’s shorter, slimmer frame followed her boyfriend. “Nobody.”

“They ain’t nobody.” Kyra smirked. “Within forty-eight hours, this place’ll be notch number seven on his escape belt. An’ this time, he’s got backup.” Before Guv could come up with another question, the brunette headed for the little rock shelf where she usually rested.
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