Page 54 of Loka

“I might not be in your A-Team, but is that what they would do in this situation? They put their hands up and walk straight to the enemy, without even trying to fight back and get away?”

Heather thought about the hundreds of episodes she’d seen. “Only when they had a plan, a double-cross. They’d pretend to surrender and then one of them would save the day. It was usually Murdoch. He’s my favorite.”

“Do we have a plan?”

She chewed on her bottom lip. “No. Maybe you’re right. We should go out fighting. I don’t want them to take me. I also don’t want to die.”

“I didn’t say you should fight. Use your electro rods to defend yourself. Focus on getting out of the docking bay.”

“And leave you behind with those thugs. Not a chance.”

Loka grunted. “Maybe you’re right. We need a cross double.”

“You mean a double-cross.”

“That’s it. We could go out and pretend to surrender, take them off guard and then attack. It could give you a way through. You could find your friends and look for a safe place to hide until this attack is over.”

“A way through for both of us,” Heather said. “We’re both getting out of this docking bay.”

Loka lowered his head until their foreheads touched. “Of course. Whatever you want.”

Surprised by his show of affection, she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Don’t go being some gorgeous, horned alien rebel out there. I like my aliens alive. I don’t want anyone to give themselves the role of sacrificial victim.”

The sound of the ship’s docking ramp being forced down made them both raise their heads.

Heather licked her lips and stepped away from Loka. She activated the second electro-taser rod against her thigh.

“Are you ready to fake your surrender, Princess?” Loka grabbed his electro rods.

Secretly wishing the A-Team would arrive and rescue them both, she nodded. “Let’s go and kick some alien butt.”

Chapter 14

Loka made certain to keep Heather behind him. She was so close, he could feel the buzz from her electro rods on his skin.

“Exit the ship.” The emotionless voice of a cyborg spoke just out of sight of the open docking ramp.

Instead of heading toward the ramp, Loka led Heather in the opposite direction. They wouldn’t be able to escape their attackers, but going out of the emergency hatch at the back of the ship would buy them time to assess the situation. There could still be a way to get Heather out.

Easing the panel open, Loka dropped to the floor. He crouched on his knees and scanned under the ship. He spotted six pairs of black-clad legs and five pairs of metal ones.

He placed his electro rods down and grasped Heather around the waist before lowering her down next to him. Loka placed a finger against his lips.

Heather stared at the enemy before nodding.

Picking up his electro rods, they crouched low as they emerged from the back of the ship.

“Movement detected.”

Loka froze as he heard the cyborg.

“What do we do?” Heather whispered.

Gripping his electro roads, Loka’s claws slid out. “We buy time while we see who we’re dealing with.” He led the way as they rounded the side of the ship.

The cyborgs lasered in on them. Five red sensors slid over them.

“Drop your weapons,” one of the cyborgs said.