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Like everything on the planet, they were chrome and seemed to require a fingerprint or even a code to use. Mia began to ransack the room for such a thing, praying that Tharon had something, anything, she could use to defend herself. She began to fear the worst when his voice no longer echoed in her head, and the footsteps turned into sprints right on her floor.
“Come on, come on!” she said through gritted teeth, going through Tharon’s closet and even checking under their electric-warming bedsheets.
There weren’t many places to hide such a weapon, and Mia figured, albeit reluctantly, that something of that caliber would be kept in a safe. Or at least, the Tor'vian version of a safe.
Where the fuck are the guards?
The footsteps got to her door, and a bang interrupted her ruminating thoughts. They tried to smash through, yelling at her, somehow knowing her by name.
“Mia, give up and give in,” the translator informed her. “Open the door and save yourself the agony.”
She feared the guards had been annihilated or taken prisoner. The alien asshole Kiek was involved. She knew it, but what was up with the guards?
“Fuck off!” Mia screamed back.
She ran her fingers along the surface of the wall, her intuition telling her that a safe on the alien planet wouldn’t be as obvious as on Earth. The attackers then began to use the battering ram, a steady thumping into the door that rattled the various ornaments and memorabilia scattered through the room.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Mia continued to move at a rapid pace, feeling along the walls like she was searching for a secret nook in a horror film.
Astoundingly, as the door of the bedroom began to bulge, Mia found something that was located next to Tharon’s side of the bed, the material far squishier than the rest of the wallpaper. Intuitively, she slid three fingers along the side, just the way the children did for the bunker.
Something clunked, and she stepped back.
Mia watched as something the size of a water gun from the 1990s jutted out from the wall, a golden, shimmering unit. She swallowed hard, her heart thumping in her chest. The second she extended her arms out to grasp it, the door of the bed chambers splintered open.
The door slammed to the ground, and Mia bounded for the weapon. She managed to skim it with the tips of her fingers, and she could have fired off a shot except for one problem. It required Tharon's fingerprint and a specific code to unlock.
“Get her!” one of the men yelled.
Six or seven men who looked like Tor’vians rushed into the room, grabbing Mia by each limb, as well as her head. She wriggled and screeched as they easily carried her out, quite like a goldfish in a bag.
“Stop! Tharon!” She roared his name.
Alas, he did not call back. Her heart dropped like a stone in a well, thinking the absolute worst of the silence.
Mia continued to struggle, knowing it was pointless but, nevertheless, persisting. They were massive, lean, and strong Tor'vians, all with weapons that looked like they could house nuclear attacks pointing at her head. She wouldn’t go quietly. That was never her way.
“Tharon!” she belted out.
“Shut the fuck up,” one of the men said when they reached the bottom of the stairs. “He has nothing left to say to you.”
Mia envisioned him dead, alone in his office, having been ambushed with a cowardly gun shoved into the back of his head. It made her shake more violently as they got outside, the crisp fall dusk no longer as romantic as she had thought earlier.
They shoved her into what would be the Earth equivalent of a van, a larger, wider, hovering ship. Inside were handcuffs attached to the wall. They snapped them onto her wrists with agility. She was pinned down as the door hissed shut with Mia screaming, the estate having gone eerily silent.
There was a tiny sliver of a window where Mia could see the chaos that had been left in the attacker’s wake. The estate itself was left in shambles, like something cast aside and abandoned. There were bodies scattered, but not as many as she had imagined.
That led her back to her original, terrifying hypothesis that she had made in the bedroom. There were far fewer guards on the property than earlier. He was the commander of the military force and had every person on the ready if he needed it.
Had they gone to work for Kiek? Had he bribed them to work against their leader?
It had the vile sensation of betrayal, and that made Mia far more furious.
She shook against the wall, knowing that it wouldn’t do anything, and yelled.
“Traitors! You are all traitors!”
The vehicle began to hover in the air. The men were behind a glass screen, likely soundproof. Her anger subsided, replaced by a feeling not within her control …FEAR!
