by Lisa Lace
She had to be smart. Tracy would play along, but ask for something. Yes, the bathroom. They couldn’t let her piss or shit on herself, could they? Having a a plan in place calmed her down. She always felt better when she had a plan.
Mr. Hunky came by her bed again, stripping a red suit off his body. His hair was in disarray, strands handing down his forehead. and he had the saddest expression on his face.
“What’s wrong?” Tracy asked.
He picked up the red suit and tossed the trash with a snap of his wrist.
“Nothing you can do anything about,” he said.
“Why am I here?” she said.
“Because you got mixed up with some very bad men,” he said.
“Are you one of the bad men?”
“It sure feels like it right now.”
“Hey,” she said gently, “What’s your name?”
“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
She laughed then, the clichéd words in juxtaposition with her current situation.
“You might do that anyway,” she said.
He turned rapidly on her. “Don’t you say that, never that.” He spoke with heat and advanced on her, glaring at her prone and vulnerable on the bed.
“Hey, I’m just saying the facts.” She wriggled her manacled hands in their restraints.
“Gods help me,” he said turning away. “She’s making a joke out of this.”
“If you can’t laugh, then you’re going to cry.”
He turned once more to her; his face gathered in a heartbreaking arrangement of compassion, rage and frustration.
“I swear, Tracy Walsh, I’ll get you out of this one way or another. I just don’t know how yet.”
Maybe it was a trick of the light, but Tracy thought she saw something more in his eyes than just concern for her. It was a strange thought to have in this weird situation. She blinked it away. In another time, she might be very excited about the promise she saw in his eyes — if he wasn’t a bastard. At this moment, despite his protestations, she couldn’t be sure if he was a bastard or not.
The nasty looking white haired man returned.
“How are they doing?”
“The one called Carol is still unconscious, Doctor Grenta. The other one’s name is Tracy. It seems the language implant is working.”
“So soon?” Grenta said with surprise. “Tracy, do you understand my words?”
Tracy turned her head toward him. “Yeah, you jerk. I understand you.”
“Good,” he said nonplussed by her insult.
“And don’t think for a moment that when I get free I’m not going to kick your balls from here to the sun.”
“That might be difficult, Tracy,” said Grenta.
“Why is that, you dirt bag?”
“Well the nearest sun from our present location is about ten light years from here.”
“Ten light years?”
“Yes,” said Mr. Hunky. “You are on a spaceship bound for a Kerdos mining station.”
“Enough, Cax. You don’t need to tell them anything.”
“I think you people better start explaining things.”
Grenta snorted and ignored her. He touched a device and a communications monitor turned on. In the picture was another nasty looking light brown man, and the man who helped to abduct them.
“We have good news and bad news, Captain. The bad news is that we lost one piece of cargo to cellular breakdown. She was unable to adapt to the conversion. But the good news is that both of the new pieces cargo are at seventy-eight percent compatibility with the Kerdos genome. With conversion, we can bump that to ninety-eight percent, more than enough for genetic compatibility.”
“So we’ll have a full cargo manifest then,” said the Captain.
“Yes, Jaal.”
“Very good. Jaal out.” The screen blinked to black.
What Tracy heard flashed through her mind.
Cargo.
Conversion.
Cellular Breakdown.
Tracy didn’t understand everything she had just heard, but she understood enough to know that she was good and truly fucked. The bad kind.
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The adventure continues…
Desert World Savages Part 2: Falling
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