Too quiet.
Hazards of the job. I couldn’t relax when everything was going to shit. Also couldn’t relax when everything appeared to be calm and quiet. Couldn’t win for losing. Guess that also made me a nut-job.
The doctor arranged his equipment, took about a dozen photos to start, and put his gloves on, they made a slapping sound as he worked the tight material over his arthritic knuckles.
I usually looked away when the doctors started cutting, but when the metal circuitry in the victim’s flesh stopped the doctor’s scalpel, despite looking like it was thin as Christmas tree tinsel, I stepped closer.
“Fascinating. This is no standard metal. I wonder if this is Coalition technology. Or Hive.” Arthur Pearson’s eyes lit up like a six-year-old’s on Christmas morning. Who in their fucking right mind would be excited about touching Hive technology when the Coalition Fleet’s aliens had warned us the Hive were evil incarnate, intent on conquering every civilization in the universe, including Earth’s?
“That’s why I called you.” I leaned in to get a better look as he pulled the silver circuit from the victim’s chest, like pulling a long thread from fabric.
“Never seen this much of it before. Got to hurry.” Doctor Pearson glanced at a large clock mounted on the far wall. “They’ll be here soon.”
I didn’t need to ask who he meant. Maybe FBI? The CIA? Men in black suits with real guns and fake names. We had afew hours to get answers, if we were lucky. My gut told me luck wasn’t on our side tonight.
“What do you know about the victim, Detective?” The doctor placed several strands of silver in a small container, along with a few samples of the victim’s tissues, and tucked the black vial out of sight in a refrigerated drawer before continuing his examination.
I told him what we knew, which wasn’t much. He said nothing for over an hour before blurting out what I already suspected. “This guy wasn’t human.”
“How do you know?”
Doctor Pearson didn’t look up from his work. “Four lobes on both lungs. Eight chambered heart. Muscle fibers tough as nylon rope. Smell is all wrong. Thought it was due to the burning, but I think it’s just him.”
So, I was right. This guy was an alien. “What species?”
“Don’t know. Doesn’t match any known profiles the Coalition provided.”
Of course not. “What is he? Some kind of cyborg super-soldier?”
“I don’t know. These circuits aren’t just on the surface. They run deep inside every muscle group I’ve checked so far. Some run alongside the nerves. Others… I don’t know what their purpose is yet.” He grumbled. “I should check his skull now. While I still can.”
We were coming up on two hours in the lab, and I had to admit, my pulse seemed to pound in time to the second hand click-clicking its way around the old-fashioned clock on the wall like a ticking time bomb.
Doctor Pearson picked up his bone saw just as the sliding glass door opened.
We both turned, expecting a team of federal agents to march into the room.
The lone woman standing there took my breath away. Long dark hair fell past her shoulders. She looked like she was in her late twenties. She wore a white lab coat, just like Doctor Pearson, but no name badge or lanyard hung from her neck. She wore snug black pants that hugged every fucking fantastic curve of her hips and thighs. Her breasts were big, clearly visible under an equally tight charcoal gray shirt. Her eyes were a shade of dark blue I could drown in. Her face was classically beautiful, with big eyes, full lips and a straight nose that should have made her look severe but only managed to make her look regal. She was tall, probably close to my six feet. Intelligence sparkled behind her eyes. Curiosity.
Impatience. “Doctor Pearson, may I assist?”
The grumpy old man’s mouth opened and closed in shock, as if he, too, had been struck dumb by the gorgeous woman. “Who are you?”
“I’m new.” She smiled as she placed what I assumed was a locking device of some kind on the door and my dick jumped to half-wood in three seconds flat. Yeah, I wouldn’t mind being locked in a room with her. If we were alone. Maybe some candles, and music, and a very large bed. I’d take those clothes off her, kiss every fucking inch of that glowing skin, feast on her pussy until she was a sweaty, quivering mess, then fuck her raw. Fuck her until she panted and begged and made delirious sounds of pleasure as I rode her.
Full wood.Good job, Detective. Way to keep your fucking head in the game.
Here we were doing an alien autopsy in the middle of the night, trying to stay a step ahead of the Feds, and all I can think about is getting this total stranger naked.
Stop acting like you’re a damn teenager with no self-control.
I swear to fucking god, my dick laughed at me and just got harder.
The woman walked straight to one of the refrigerator drawers, removed the sample Pearson had placed there from its hiding place, and put the vial in her pocket before marching up to the exam table. She stood across from Doctor Pearson as she pulled on a pair of gloves. “This will just take a minute.”
“What the hell are you doing?” The old man’s spine straightened with irritation as the woman unceremoniously shoved the dead man onto his side—holy fuck, she was a lot stronger than she looked. My dick jumped, trying to get closer.
Frozen in place by lust. That’s the only explanation I had for doing nothing as the woman removed an object from the pocket of her lab coat and pressed it to the victim’s bare spine. Her voice was so fucking sweet. Soft. Feminine. I had to double think to focus on the words and stop staring at her fucking lips. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I wanted to taste her mouth. Devour her.
