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A quick flash, and the password appeared.
Alkard7264.
My jaw dropped, and I smirked before frowning. That was a little creepy and obsessive for her to have her greatest enemy’s name as her password, but it made sense.
What was most important to Conii? Power. What was the one person who stood in the way of that power?
Alkard.
But what was the string of numbers about?
Right now, it didn’t matter. I had a job to do.
I scrolled through the files, desperately searching for anything that looked promising.
They ranged from operations to personal photos. Each operation folder had a different code name, but none of them seemed like what I was looking for until I found a folder titled Deathgate. Perfect.
I pulled out my percomm and downloaded the file to it, tapping my foot anxiously on the ground while waiting and staring out at the stars. It wasn’t only that I was nervous about getting caught; I was anxious to get back to Taz.
When I was with him, my mind was clear. I had no lingering thoughts or repetitive numbers rushing through my mind. I was able to be fully present with him, something that was still becoming familiar.
He was loving and caring, whether he believed it or not. I was determined to prove that he was, so he could see himself in the same light I did. But first, I had to get that download.
Complete. The computer almost screamed the words at me with a loud noise signaling the finishing percentage. I quickly pulled my percomm out of the side of it and closed all the windows I opened. I even went back in the history of the computer and ensured the recent activity from what I searched through was cleared.
I shut the computer and stood up, taking one last look at the broad galaxy before shoving the percomm into my pocket and crawling back into the ventilation shaft. Carefully, I worked the cover back into place, and then retraced my path back to the pantry.
But as I emerged, strong hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me aside.What is Tazhr doing here?
When I was slammed against the wall so hard my head felt dizzy, I realized it wasn’t Taz. When my vision stabilized, I saw it was the chef standing before me, holding me tightly against the wall.
He shook his head. “I always knew you were no good.”
“I-I was just…”
“What? What could you possibly need to do in there?” He chuckled and shook his head again. “When she gets back, I’m going to get a great reward for turning you in.” He moved one of his hands to my neck and pressed it against the wall aggressively. “Conii hates nothing more than a rat.”
“I’m just cleaning,” I coughed, trying to get any breath I could. “What else would I be doing?”
“That’s what I’m going to find out,” he growled before digging in the pocket of my apron for my percomm, holding me by my neck while scrolling through it. I tried to wiggle out of his grip and smack him, but he was too tall and heavy for me to deter.
“Deathgate, huh?” he asked while waving the percomm at me. His eyes narrowed into a glare, and he leaned in close to my face. “Who the fuck are you working for?”
“No one! Nothing!” I stammered gasping for my next breath.
This wasn’t good. This was past not-good. Logic and deductive reasoning weren’t going to get me out of this.
But another skill I learned from my past back on Earth might.
With all my might I kicked him, the tip of my shoe catching him squarely in the crotch.
He stumbled back, throwing me to the floor hard enough that my vision swam.
“You little bitch!” he roared, then his fist swung down at me.
Panicked, I scrambled backwards on my butt until I cowered beneath him, pressed against the wall.
And there was something else, something hard against the small of my back.
