Page 27 of Cops in Space
I rushed over to the cage and opened it. What looked like a black ball of tar was huddled in the corner. Oh, my, God! It was the missing baby Katanic! I reached for him. The little brat bit down on my fingers and wouldn’t let go.
“Him bite.”
“No kidding.”I projected the image of Qa’a into his mind.“I belong him. Now spit out my fingers.”
One minute he was in the cage, the next he was on my shoulder,“Hungry.”
“Okay. Okay, but no more biting Auntie Lexi.”Digging a stick of beef jerky out of my side pocket, I held it out to Nix.“Very yummy.”
Nix inhaled it and wrapped his tentacles around my arm.“More!”
I gave him my last two pieces.
“Stinky ones come,”Gita warned.
My psychic radar went on red alert. “Shit!” I quickly took my bombs out of a side pocket, set the timers for sixty seconds and hid them in a cage.
“What those?”
“Those are bomb. I’m going to blow this ship into itty-bitty pieces.”
Gita bounced up and down.“Me help! Me help!”
Typing a code into my communications bracelet, I retracted my armor from around my waist.“Hang on tight. We are going to zoom across the galaxy at warp speed, and I don’t want you falling off.”
“Kay.”She wrapped her legs around Nix.
I hit the button on my traveler’s belt. Golden circles of light engulfed us. My body tingled like crazy.
“Tickles,”Gita giggled.
Squeaking loudly, Nix tightened his grip on my arm.
Four Tai-Kok soldiers burst into the lab with their weapons drawn and fell through the hole in the floor.
“Yippee-ki-yay! Burn in hell!”
The lab vanished.
Chapter Eight
Kids will be kids…
Poof! We appeared on the portal platform. I let out a shuddering breath as a timer chimed on my bracelet. We had ported with five seconds to spare, and hopefully, no one would ever find out how close we had come to dying.
His wild, white hair standing on end, Uncle Ben rushed over to me. “Are you hurt?”
“I’m a little banged up.” I retracted my helmet.
Uncle Ben’s horrified gaze roamed over my face. “Who hit you?”
“Commander Zot and the Alliance Minister of War. How many ships did my bombs take out?”
“No data yet,” Uncle Ben replied.
Gita jumped on Uncle Ben’s nose.“Who you?”
He froze. “What the fuck is that?”
