I tower over them by a good head and shoulders. They eyeball me nervously, adjusting their weapons in readiness and move as one to block my path.
“Where are you going?” the one on the left says. “We’ve had a breach. You know the ship is on lockdown. No movement without authorization.”
I must have missed that communication.Also, the reason you’re on lockdown is me…“Omega section.” I consider banging their heads together. But the ship is already on high alert, and I don’t have an exit plan. There’s a camera in the corner above the door—automated surveillance. But the alarms are going to be blaring if I take two guards down in a blaze of violence.
“Jord, you know what happened last time they let you have an omega?”
Fuck.Does everybody on this damn ship know me? How did I manage to pick a fucking infamous alpha?
Also, what the fuck did I do to an omega?! Correction, what did this asshole do to an omega?
“Let me through,” I say flatly. This is taking too long. I need to get past them, to get to her before some other fucker does. If anyone has touched her, I’m going to rip them the fuck apart.
“Look, man, it’s not my call,” the one on the right says. “But you went into full divergence. You were glitching bigtime, man. That omega was out of commission for two weeks after you were done with her.”
Divergence? Glitching? Fuck, that’s when their alpha’s lose their shit. I’m glad the bastard’s dead.
I growl, low and full of violent promise.
“Don’t make me zap your ass,” the one on the left says.
“You think an immobilizer rod is going to stop me?”
Their radio crackles, and a voice screams loud enough for me to hear from a pace away.“Divergence! We need security in prisoner holding pen 15C. Now!”
Motherfucker!“Let me, though, now,” I grit out. “They put me through… rehabilitation.”
Do they even have rehabilitation? It sounds plausible…
“They did?” the one on the right asks. He sounds doubtful, so I’m guessing not.
This is taking too fucking long…
I flex my fist. “You got any more alphas on hand. They need someone. Got a divergence in progress, and you know what shit goes down when that happens. Walls will be painted with blood and guts.”There better fucking not be a drop of blood on my woman or I’m going full psycho.“I’m going. Unless you want to explain why you ignored an urgent request for backup…”
“They don’t pay me enough for this shit,” the dipshit on the right says. “Let him the fuck through.”
The left-hand one palms the plate. The door pops open.
I step through, then pause and look back. “Which way?”
“Woah, man?! They must have really scraped your brains out.”
I glare.
He gives me directions.
I take off at a run.
I crash through the door of prisoner holding room 15C. There’s an outer area where the guards are stationed, and a bunch of dynamics behind real metal bars.
Her scent hits me before the door finishes closing on me.
But that’s not the most pressing issue.
There’s a battle taking place. An alpha, young and fresh-faced, although his expression is currently a mask of rage, has got his fists wrapped around one guard’s throat, while the other is zapping him with an immobilizer rod from behind.
I shove the one using the rod out of the way and lunge for the alpha. Unfortunately, the damn immobilizer is still going, and I get myself a maximum calibration jolt.
