“Yeah, I continue to send false reports. No one knows she didn’t survive. I keep telling them I’m lying low until the circus is recalled.”
John rubs his hands together with glee. “Good. It’s time to send a message saying you have been recalled and are rejoining the circus. Say you have a lead on where the orb is being kept after your nest mate used her powers of persuasion on Dylan.”
“Then a few days later, you are going to message them and say you found the orb and arrange a meeting, telling the Syndicate you want more money or something. The Madovians are a greedy and mercenary race, so it won’t be out of the ordinary.”
“But then what?” Tirrian asks, smoke drifting out of his nose as his wings rustle restlessly against his back.
“Then the Syndicate will gather to squabble over the orb, getting them in one place, and we can take them all out in one fell swoop and rescue all of the detained aliens in Area 51.” My heart starts to race with excitement. This plan could actually work, and we won’t have to risk anyone’s lives.
“And let me guess, you’re going to let Lila change into her Madovian form to spring the trap.” Tirrian crosses his arms and glares at us.
“She wouldn’t want it any other way.” Saxon tries to placate him, and Tirrian growls.
“Of course she wouldn’t, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“We will send a couple of you with her. She can parade you around on leashes. You know how Madovians like to do that. Xavier can glamour you to look different, but they won’t even blink at her having a man or two by her side,” William suggests.
“Probably you and Silac. Both of you are reptiles and ideal breeders for a Madovian,” Eric points out sneakily, and it has the desired effect. We all watch as Tirrian visibly relaxes and the smoke stops pouring out of his nose.
“How are we going to manage both incursions at the same time though? I doubt Lila will want to miss the one on Earth, and I’m certainly not going to. The circus pod is the only one that can land on Earth. If anything else tries, it will get shot out of the sky,” I point out, voicing a possible problem.
“That can’t be true though. Aura got those Jelliads onto Earth somehow,” Eric replies, and William sighs.
“I suspect they teleported them down, which isn’t beyond the realm of possibility from a cloaked ship in space. We will use the big ship to do the same thing, but we need to start the setup process so if there are any spies that manage to slip through the cracks, they will think it’s just a circus show as normal.”
“If we don’t teleport directly to the base’s landing platform, they won’t even know we are there,” Saxon says, but I shake my head.
“They have infrared sensors covering the outside of the base, and all the cameras inside have that capability,” I warn them, but Tirrian just smirks.
“I’m pretty sure our warlock can take care of all those things.”
“That’s true. Smith has never managed to capture one despite trying to. He desperately wanted to keep Xane, but he knew that would probably be an error in judgment. What about Smith? How are we going to get him to leave the base?”
“I suspect he has a way. Liliana said that he and Vivian struck a deal when he gave up the information on the alien children, which allowed him to attend the Syndicate meetings in person. She said Vivian was furious, and that he’s a disgusting slug of a male and she would kill him if she could, but he actually has something she wants.” John takes a seat at the table. The threeAdams men are restless and have been standing this whole time, ready to get some revenge on behalf of their wife.
“Did Liliana say what that was?”
Eric shakes his head and drags his hands through his long hair in agitation. “No, but she was simultaneously pissed and smug about it. I can’t wait until we can take care of her.”
“And how are we going to do that?” I ask him, and they exchange another one of those maddening looks.
“It won’t be easy, but Liliana knows a way,” John says vaguely, and I feel a prickle of anxiety.
“First you need to deal with Area 51, and then you can use a shuttle and rendezvous with us at the location of the Syndicate meeting. We will go ahead and scout for the best place,” William instructs, and Saxon’s eyebrows jump.
“Aren’t you coming to Earth with us?” he asks, and the men shake their heads.
“No. Congratulations, you all just became equal owners of Galaxy Circus. We are retiring.” John sounds practically giddy with excitement while my mouth drops open in shock. Lila’s other mates look just as surprised as I do.
“You’re retiring?” Tirrian repeats, sounding bewildered.
Eric scoffs. “You didn’t think we were going to waste any more time now that we have our wife back, did you? Heck, we’re still young, and I want to spend the rest of our years enjoying life while not being in a constant state of worry. At least you guys will have it easy now that the orb of power is going to be dealt with.”
William and John glare at Eric as he drops another bombshell. “Orb of power?” Ghosie asks.
“We haven’t gotten that far with all of them yet,” William tells his brother, who just casually waves him off.
“Pfft, it’s not like they are going anywhere. Even Brannock, who hasn’t completed the mating ritual, is in it for the long run.Anyone can see that.” He turns his attention back to us. “Long story short, the Adams family ended up with the orb of power at the end of the war. The circus guards it, and Liliana, who was the goddess of life, is going to use it to get her powers back and deal with Vivian who was the goddess of death. We just need to track down the other elemental gods. I’m not sure how we are going to do that.”
