took.
Vin turned to
Rock, a question burning his mind. “Flame thrower?”
More laughter and
Rock’s face split with a grin, gray eyes gleaming as he hefted the extremely modified G32. “I saw the potential and went with it.”
“You’re seriously
upgrading the rest of us as soon as we get back.” Flamethrower. His
boy’s skills continually amazed.
“Hell yeah,” the
twins agreed in unison, causing much eye rolling. Their bodies were modified
weapons capable of releasing lightning bolts from their hands. Show offs.
“What about you?
What the hell happened with your weapon?” Harkum peered threw the rearview
mirror to toss the question at Vin.
“Firing mechanism
locked up.”
A round of curses
met his answer. No one questioned how he’d unlocked it, mindful of a civilian
in their presence.
“Seriously letting
Rock work on all our weapons.”
Each of them
nodded solemnly and settled down.
Helen yanked on
Vin’s shirt drawing his attention. “We need to talk.”
Talk about their
relationship? Or talk about the things she’d witnessed them do? Vin bit back a
sigh because all of it linked together and half of it classified, meaning he
couldn’t talk to her about it.
“Later, hellcat.
Promise.” He waited for her to protest. Tensed in preparation for an argument.
Thankfully, she subsided.
***
Helen bolstered
her nerves and reflected on the last hour. The things she’d seen created all
sorts of questions in her mind. Not the least of which centered on the how and
why they could do such. She eyed Vin as he high five and back slapped his men.
The armor no longer covered their bodies and their faces were no longer hidden
behind the darkness of helmets.
Although Vin had
foolishly launched himself at the aliens and used his gun, she’d missed if he
used any…powers. She wasn’t even sure if that was the right word to use to
explain what these men could do but it was all she had. Watching that creature
bear down on Vin, froze her in place. Throat locked, she’d prayed hard and
nearly tore away from the protective shelter of Harkum’s body.
Fortunately, the
large man hadn’t given an inch and she’d stared, forced to witness everything
in slow motion. More was going on with them but she couldn’t put her finger on
it.
The smiling twins
who could fire some sort of energy bolts from their hands, the gray eyed guy
who she was pretty sure caused the shield around Vin when the alien had almost
crushed him. His man, Curtis knew exactly how many aliens awaited them outside
the building before they’d exited.
Slumped back
against his seat, with eyes closed and mouth drawn tight, Curtis appeared
completely done. Helen worried for him. She wondered if Vin sensed how worn his
blond friend was. None of them looked in good shape but Curtis appeared the
worst. Vin nudged her leg drawing her attention. Helen turned only to have him
slide his arm around her shoulder as he pulled her closer to his side.
She braced a palm
on his muscled thigh and nervously checked around the truck but no one paid
them any attention. Vin tugged again until she had no choice but to allow their
bodies to nestle together. She’d accept the comfort he offered but she’d
protect her heart this time. From shin to shoulder, Helen connected to every
inch of him. The heat of his body blasted through her clothing warming her
chilled skin.
The shock of it
all began to seep in. She survived an alien attack. The Rekabians would have
killed her if not for Vin’s presence in her building today. Her coworkers,
customers, plenty of people she saw on a daily basis were probably injured,
dead, or missing. She should call someone. Do something besides cuddle up to
her ex-lover in the back of his truck. Helen jerked and pat her pockets pulling
out her cell phone. Its silver bar blinked at full strength.
“What’s wrong?”
Vincent glanced down watching her every move.
Flushing, Helen
admitted, “I left my purse in my desk. It has my
Vin turned to
Rock, a question burning his mind. “Flame thrower?”
More laughter and
Rock’s face split with a grin, gray eyes gleaming as he hefted the extremely modified G32. “I saw the potential and went with it.”
“You’re seriously
upgrading the rest of us as soon as we get back.” Flamethrower. His
boy’s skills continually amazed.
“Hell yeah,” the
twins agreed in unison, causing much eye rolling. Their bodies were modified
weapons capable of releasing lightning bolts from their hands. Show offs.
“What about you?
What the hell happened with your weapon?” Harkum peered threw the rearview
mirror to toss the question at Vin.
“Firing mechanism
locked up.”
A round of curses
met his answer. No one questioned how he’d unlocked it, mindful of a civilian
in their presence.
“Seriously letting
Rock work on all our weapons.”
Each of them
nodded solemnly and settled down.
Helen yanked on
Vin’s shirt drawing his attention. “We need to talk.”
Talk about their
relationship? Or talk about the things she’d witnessed them do? Vin bit back a
sigh because all of it linked together and half of it classified, meaning he
couldn’t talk to her about it.
“Later, hellcat.
Promise.” He waited for her to protest. Tensed in preparation for an argument.
Thankfully, she subsided.
***
Helen bolstered
her nerves and reflected on the last hour. The things she’d seen created all
sorts of questions in her mind. Not the least of which centered on the how and
why they could do such. She eyed Vin as he high five and back slapped his men.
The armor no longer covered their bodies and their faces were no longer hidden
behind the darkness of helmets.
Although Vin had
foolishly launched himself at the aliens and used his gun, she’d missed if he
used any…powers. She wasn’t even sure if that was the right word to use to
explain what these men could do but it was all she had. Watching that creature
bear down on Vin, froze her in place. Throat locked, she’d prayed hard and
nearly tore away from the protective shelter of Harkum’s body.
Fortunately, the
large man hadn’t given an inch and she’d stared, forced to witness everything
in slow motion. More was going on with them but she couldn’t put her finger on
it.
The smiling twins
who could fire some sort of energy bolts from their hands, the gray eyed guy
who she was pretty sure caused the shield around Vin when the alien had almost
crushed him. His man, Curtis knew exactly how many aliens awaited them outside
the building before they’d exited.
Slumped back
against his seat, with eyes closed and mouth drawn tight, Curtis appeared
completely done. Helen worried for him. She wondered if Vin sensed how worn his
blond friend was. None of them looked in good shape but Curtis appeared the
worst. Vin nudged her leg drawing her attention. Helen turned only to have him
slide his arm around her shoulder as he pulled her closer to his side.
She braced a palm
on his muscled thigh and nervously checked around the truck but no one paid
them any attention. Vin tugged again until she had no choice but to allow their
bodies to nestle together. She’d accept the comfort he offered but she’d
protect her heart this time. From shin to shoulder, Helen connected to every
inch of him. The heat of his body blasted through her clothing warming her
chilled skin.
The shock of it
all began to seep in. She survived an alien attack. The Rekabians would have
killed her if not for Vin’s presence in her building today. Her coworkers,
customers, plenty of people she saw on a daily basis were probably injured,
dead, or missing. She should call someone. Do something besides cuddle up to
her ex-lover in the back of his truck. Helen jerked and pat her pockets pulling
out her cell phone. Its silver bar blinked at full strength.
“What’s wrong?”
Vincent glanced down watching her every move.
Flushing, Helen
admitted, “I left my purse in my desk. It has my
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