Page 5 of Alien's Eternal Mate
I took his hand in a firm grip and smiled.
“Reed. Carter Reed.”
His smile faded, and he quickly pulled his hand back.
“This is outrageous,” Doctor Kight said, his spine sparkling with red flashes. “I refuse to share space with a terrorist.”
I chuckled, amused at their outrage.
“You must get used to it, Doctor Caraway.” The gray skinned Alzhon stared hard at me. “My time spent in a Coalition prison camp taught me that you don’t always get to choose your company.”
“I’m not here to win a popularity contest. I’m here to work. Where is the available data on the underground chambers of Luna?”
Dr. Caraway’s lips drew into a tight line. Disdain practically beamed out of his eyes.
“You’ll know when we know. So far, they’re not sharing any data about the site other than its mean location.”
“Not even by quantum entanglement? What kind of amateur show is the Alliance running here?”
“One that lets criminals share space with real scientists, apparently,” Kight grumbled.
“Be sure to let me know which of you is the criminal,” I replied smoothly.
Dr. Buzos’ eyes grew narrow.
“Perhaps you’d best spend the remainder of our journey in your quarters, Doctor? To ensure you are well rested.”
“Very well. I can see that I’m among small minds who cannot handle the truth.”
The Vakutan showed me to my quarters. I sneered when I saw their location.
“I see that you’ve put me beneath the primary power conduit. That infernal buzzing will keep me awake the entire trip.”
“Your quarters were randomly assigned,” Riel said. His huge grin belied the words spewing from the sewer chute that was his mouth.
“Of course they were.”
I entered the quarters and the door shut behind me. I didn’t have to check to know it had been locked. Some part of me wondered if I would be better off on a prison world after all.
I settled into a bed made for a much larger being. Even the bed reminded me of how small and insignificant a human seemed against our alien counterparts.
Sleep did not come easily. The buzzing of the power conduit proved annoying, but ultimately ignorable. What kept me awake was Dr. Caraway.
I hated him more than the aliens. Caraway considered the aliens to be his peers, perhaps even his friends. Didn’t he know that they looked down on him with total disdain? How could he not realize something so basic and fundamental?
I wondered if I would be able to de-program him from the Alliance and IHC propaganda. My eyes snapped open wide and my heart raced as I had a new, disturbing thought. What if Dr. Caraway had an alien wife? He seemed like that type.
Making love to an alien woman is bestiality, pure and simple.
“Now that doesn’t sound very scientific of you.”
I looked over to see a young man in a black IHC uniform standing near my bed.
“You again. Why do you come to plague me so?”
The young man shrugged.
“You tell me. I’m a figment of your imagination, or so you’ve said many times before.”