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Some shouting erupted outside, and I heard an odd buzzing, followed by what sounded like Q’on grunting in pain.
“What’s happening?”
The agent snorted out a dry laugh. “He’s getting what he deserves, that’s what’s happening. Fucking aliens thinking they can just come and take over.”
Even if I couldn’t stop what was happening to Q’on outside, my need to protect him surged to the surface, and I stood as best as I could in the cramped van. “Listen, buddy, his ship crashed here. He wasn’t trying to take over; he was just looking for a place to land and settle. He didn’t want to conquer anything.”
“Except maybe that sweet human pussy of yours,” the agent snapped, gesturing at my nightclothes. “From the way you’re dressed, looks like he’s already claimed his territory there.”
If my hands hadn’t been cuffed behind me, I would have smacked him for that. As it was, I spat right on his mask.
The agent freaked. He scrambled to wipe my spit with his gloved hand, sputtering and coughing like I’d hit him square on the mouth with the loogie. “Fucking bitch! Who knows what kind of crazy alien viruses you’re carrying right now!”
That made me laugh. I jerked my chin at the agent’s mask. “You think your superiors care about whether or not you catch some ‘crazy alien virus’? Look at what they sent you out in! Where’s your biohazard suit? Your rebreather? All you’ve got is the bare minimum to stave off a mild cold. If I really were carrying some dangerous virus, you’d be ill prepared like this.”
The way his eyes popped open as he realized the truth of what I was saying was almost satisfying enough to make up for his disgusting bigotry. Almost.
More scuffling and shouting outside had me turning my head towards the noise. It sounded like they were moving right past the van I was in. I leaned my shoulder against the wall of the van and shouted Q’on’s name as loud as I could.
“Amber!”His reply came in the form of a desperate roar, and tears came to my eyes at the heartache in his voice. The sounds of struggle increased until a sick, wet crack resounded outside, and Q’on fell silent. The agents outside with him burst into raucous laughter, and I froze. Did they kill him?
“Q’on?Q’on!” My voice broke as I screamed his name. My agent grabbed me by the hair and yanked me back from the side of the van. “Let go of me, you handsy creep!”
“Believe me, bitch, it wasn’t by choice. You’ve already contaminated me, so I might as well be the one to handle you until we get to the quarantine area.” He snorted and chuckled. “Just wait. The showers are brutally scalding. At least we’ll give you the decency of giving you some real clothes when you’re clean. Parading around in those skimpy PJs. Disgusting.”
“Fuck off, asshole. You guys didn’t give me any time to get dressed. Come busting into a woman’s bedroom in the middle of the night, and you expect her to be fully dressed for a fucking road trip?”
The agent smacked me, and I bit my tongue to keep from further lashing out. It wouldn’t do me any good, and I risked slipping and revealing Ryan and Evan’s location if I talked too much. No, better to just clam up. Zip it.
The quarantine process was as humiliating as I anticipated. To my delight, however, I got to see the look on the asshole agent’s face when he saw that the scientists and other agents at the compound were given biohazard suits.Theygot to stay clothed through the process, but like me, the agent who had ridden in the van had to strip down and go through the blistering-hot shower, too. I made a point of catching his eye through the plastic sheeting between our individual showers. When I was sure I had his attention, I glanced down at his dangling cock, raised a criticizing brow, and smirked. He covered his dick with his hands, but the way he turned beet red was enough for me.
Let him think he’s inferior to the alien he hates. He wouldn’t be wrong.
As promised, I received fresh clothing after I was hosed down. It was basically drab green scrubs and baggy gripper socks, but something was better than nothing. I allowed the armed agents to lead me down a long hallway to a thick metal door. The door creaked open, and I gasped with relief as I saw Q’on inside, encased in a plexiglass cage but alive. He rushed to the side closest to me and placed his palms on the clear wall, and I wished I could run to him. A sharp jab in my back reminded me of the guns trained on me, though, so I stayed put.
The agents ushered me into an adjoining cage, and just before they locked me in, one of them spoke.
“You’ll get two meals a day. Water six times a day. Enough to survive on, that’s it. That cot in the corner is your bed. Toilet’s in the other corner. You shouldn’t need anything else.” He shut the thick plexiglass door and locked it, then paused as if debating something. Finally, he added, “Labs will be drawn at three a.m., whether you’re awake or not.”
With that, they left. Q’on and I were alone, separated by a transparent wall but together again. I placed my palms on the wall over his, and tears slipped down my cheeks.
Q’on’s forehead oozed blood from a deep gash. They hadn’t even bothered to bandage it.
“I am sorry, Amber. I failed to stay out of sight.”
“It’s not your fault, Q’on. They should’ve minded their own damn business.”
“Did they hurt you?”
Despite his own injury, Q’on asked about me first. His gorgeous yellow eyes were filled with concern, and he ran his fingers over the glass separating him from touching me, right where the tears continued streaming down my face.
“I’m okay.” I forced a small smile of reassurance. “Not a scratch on me.”
He cocked his head to the side and frowned. “You are crying.”
Poor guy. He did his best to understand us humans, and I’m sure my reaction to seeing him alive wasn’t helping him with that. “They’re tears of relief. I’m just so happy you’re still alive. I was worried I’d never see you alive again, or that if I did, you’d be hooked up to all kinds of tubes and machines.”
“I think they tried that,” he said, pointing at the crook of his elbow. “Their needles could not penetrate my scales, and they could not find a way underneath that gave access to what they were looking for. The man with the needles said many … How do you call them? Colorful words.”
