when they knew their females were bonding with the Kaldarhns. Suddenly the door chimed, bringing Karac back to his surroundings and current problems.
“Enter.” Karac growled out, still facing the window.
“Karac, we may have found something.” Karac whipped around at that news and faced Darrok, his lead tech, at the door.
“About damn time,” Karac growled. Darrok didn’t hesitate as he made his way across the office. Karac’s moods didn’t affect Darrok as they had been friends for a long time and Darrok knew just to ignore the vibes coming from his friend. Darrok was built like the rest of them. Tall, muscled, and good looking. His only exception to the warrior life was his hair. Darrok insisted on keeping it much longer than acceptable as a warrior. However, Karac didn’t see the point in reprimanding him when he was damn good at his job. If he was in battle more often rather than behind a computer screen, then things might be different. Although, knowing Darrok, he would just tie it back and call it good.
Getting back to the matter at hand, Karac asked, “What did you find?”
“The Americans have an organization called the Red Cross. The humans volunteer to donate their blood for those that need it.”
“The point, warrior.” Karac ground out.
“Ah, yes. Well, what the general population doesn’t know is that the government processes and records all aspects of the blood before shipping it off to some medical hospital. They stored this data, sir.”
“You mean you have a whole database of blood donors?” Karac asked eagerly. This could be the break they were waiting for.
“Exactly.” Darrok smiled before continuing and looking down at his hand computer. “We cross referenced their data and the requirements of our warriors and are coming up with a number of matches. We are finding females who didn’t register.” Darrok looked up from his hand computer and looked straight at Karac with a smile. “Only one matched you.”
“Show me.” Karac demanded.
“I’m sending the file to you now.” Darrok pushed a few buttons and swiped his hand. Karac pulled up the wall screen and selected the file sent by Darrok. The first thing he noticed was her eyes. A deep midnight blue that was almost black. Scanning out, his heart clenched as he took in the lovely features of his mate. HIS MATE! He had no doubt that she was his. She was absolutely stunning. The file said she was 5’9” with dark brown hair. Weight 150 pounds, which in those terms still put his larger frame over hers by 100. Reading her file he found she was 23 years old. Under current information, he saw no activity in the past five months. No place of address. No forwarding address. Closed bank account. No car. Frowning, he realized his little mate tried to jump ship. With no records, she must be hiding somewhere. He growled at her audacity to run from him. His little mate could run but the chase had just begun.
“Have you contacted the other warriors with matches?”
“No, I wanted to tell you first.” Darrok said nodding at the file still on the wall.
“Thank you. Send out the notice to all males with a match. Let them know they can begin their search for their unregistered mate. Your unit is to assist in any way.”
“Sending out the notice now.” Darrok swiped his hand across his computer and looked up with a hesitant smile. “It is her, isn’t it?”
“Yes, she is my mate.” Karac stated with certainty.
“Congratulations, Karac.”
Karac couldn’t help but grin in return. “It is only a matter of time now.” His smile slipped as he looked to his friend in concern. “Did your mate come up?”
“No, not this time. But I haven’t stopped looking for a way to find her.”
“You will, I know you will.”
“What are you going to do now?” Darrok asked changing the
“Enter.” Karac growled out, still facing the window.
“Karac, we may have found something.” Karac whipped around at that news and faced Darrok, his lead tech, at the door.
“About damn time,” Karac growled. Darrok didn’t hesitate as he made his way across the office. Karac’s moods didn’t affect Darrok as they had been friends for a long time and Darrok knew just to ignore the vibes coming from his friend. Darrok was built like the rest of them. Tall, muscled, and good looking. His only exception to the warrior life was his hair. Darrok insisted on keeping it much longer than acceptable as a warrior. However, Karac didn’t see the point in reprimanding him when he was damn good at his job. If he was in battle more often rather than behind a computer screen, then things might be different. Although, knowing Darrok, he would just tie it back and call it good.
Getting back to the matter at hand, Karac asked, “What did you find?”
“The Americans have an organization called the Red Cross. The humans volunteer to donate their blood for those that need it.”
“The point, warrior.” Karac ground out.
“Ah, yes. Well, what the general population doesn’t know is that the government processes and records all aspects of the blood before shipping it off to some medical hospital. They stored this data, sir.”
“You mean you have a whole database of blood donors?” Karac asked eagerly. This could be the break they were waiting for.
“Exactly.” Darrok smiled before continuing and looking down at his hand computer. “We cross referenced their data and the requirements of our warriors and are coming up with a number of matches. We are finding females who didn’t register.” Darrok looked up from his hand computer and looked straight at Karac with a smile. “Only one matched you.”
“Show me.” Karac demanded.
“I’m sending the file to you now.” Darrok pushed a few buttons and swiped his hand. Karac pulled up the wall screen and selected the file sent by Darrok. The first thing he noticed was her eyes. A deep midnight blue that was almost black. Scanning out, his heart clenched as he took in the lovely features of his mate. HIS MATE! He had no doubt that she was his. She was absolutely stunning. The file said she was 5’9” with dark brown hair. Weight 150 pounds, which in those terms still put his larger frame over hers by 100. Reading her file he found she was 23 years old. Under current information, he saw no activity in the past five months. No place of address. No forwarding address. Closed bank account. No car. Frowning, he realized his little mate tried to jump ship. With no records, she must be hiding somewhere. He growled at her audacity to run from him. His little mate could run but the chase had just begun.
“Have you contacted the other warriors with matches?”
“No, I wanted to tell you first.” Darrok said nodding at the file still on the wall.
“Thank you. Send out the notice to all males with a match. Let them know they can begin their search for their unregistered mate. Your unit is to assist in any way.”
“Sending out the notice now.” Darrok swiped his hand across his computer and looked up with a hesitant smile. “It is her, isn’t it?”
“Yes, she is my mate.” Karac stated with certainty.
“Congratulations, Karac.”
Karac couldn’t help but grin in return. “It is only a matter of time now.” His smile slipped as he looked to his friend in concern. “Did your mate come up?”
“No, not this time. But I haven’t stopped looking for a way to find her.”
“You will, I know you will.”
“What are you going to do now?” Darrok asked changing the
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