Angela couldn't help herself but stay up late, she wanted to get to Earth as fast as the ship could travel. Rum'boli'ko sat beside her, he was working the radar and weapons controls. They had just exited the asteriod belt, three of the huge rocks had slammed into their sides but so far nothing was in repair. Andrea and Henry had both walked into the small cafeteria, both were making whatever they could for lunch. Diane, Lex, Dutch, Michael and George had retreated to their bunks for a good evenings rest.
"The pipes are straining." Rum'boli'ko said.
"Can they last until we get to earth?" Angela rasped.
"They might, if we go faster than we are now." Rum'boli'ko said.
"This is the fastest we can go." Angela hissed. "I've already strained the motors."
"Maybe we can trick the motors into thinking..." Rum'boli'ko started.
"Wouldn't work Rum'boli'ko." Angela rasped.
"Angela?" Henry said. "Angel are you in?"
"Henry, what's wrong?" Angela raspingly asked.
"I'm afraid we are completely out of food." Henry said.
"We'll last, won't be long." Angela rasped.
Three hours later, Angela finally brought them through Earth's atmospher. They touched down on a small spit of land behind a farmers house, in Wyoming. Luckily, the farmer and his wife were sleeping in their bed and didn't hear the exhaust and engines of the ship. All of them were slow in getting out of the ship, Angela had entered shakily and they were all dizzy. Angela lingered behind, she was setting the ships autopilot.
"Now were do we go?" Andrea asked.
"To a hotel." Angela rasped.
"What about Rum'boli'ko?" Diane asked.
"We can't walk in with him." Henry said.
"You guys will get a large room, and I'll meet you at the backdoor." Angela rasped.
"That way no one will get suspitious." George said. "Right?"
"Right, we all have a job to do." Angela said. "Lets get to it."
Traveling in twos, Angela and George led the group down the highway towards town. Rum'boli'ko was teamed up with Dutch, who was very nervous and edgy. Michael and Lex were walking infront of them, they could hear Dutch's deep breaths. Ahead of them was Henry and Andrea, they were engaged in a deep conversation. Diane was the only one that hadn't a partner. She trailed behind Dutch and Rum'boli'ko.
"Which hotel should we book ourselves into?" George asked.
"The one that's closest." Angela rasped.
"That's the Ravern." Henry said.
"Don't you mean Davern?" Andrea asked.
"It's the Lou'vre de Pira." Angela rasped. "A Russian owns it."
"What's the price per room?" Henry asked.
"Three hundred a night." Diane said.
"When you register, tell them that you are all together." Angela rasped. "We'll meet you in five."
The Lou'vre de Pira was a big hotel, white walled with roses on the windows of every house. The clerk that signed Diane and Henry in was a small elderly man with a bald top. All of them were edgy, because they knew that the man was watching them. To make matters worse, he had a camera by every room, front and back.
"How many wit ya?" the old man asked.
"Eight." Henry said.
"Holiday outing?" the old man asked.
"My family decided to stay for the weekend." Henry said.
"Why couldn't they stay at your place?" the old man asked.
"My house is being refurnished." Henry swallowed.
"Oh, you live in the Franklin's residence." the old man said. "I see."
"Yeah, so can we get a room?" Henry asked.
"Yep, suit nine." the old man said. "Have a nice day."
"You to." Henry sighed.
Suit nine was a really nice room, a large plasma television with three laid-back chairs was at one side while several beds were at the other. There was two windows, one was small while the other was large. Angela was at this window, Rum'boli'ko was hidden in the bushes. They could all hear his growls of impatience. Henry rushed over and quickly pushed the window up, Angela jumped in followed quickly by Rum'boli'ko. It was at this time that they heard a knock on the door. All of them froze in place, in fear.
"Mr. Franklin, you forgot your room number key." the old man said.
"Oh, thank you." Henry said.
"I'd mind that window, I just notified the police about a woman and an extremely tall man that was peeking in." the old man said.
"I'll keep that in mind, thanks." Henry gulped.
Henry walked over to the nearest bed and collapsed, he had had enough for one night. Andrea, giggling to herself, began undressing him. George, Diane and Lex were sitting infront of the television, they had fallen asleep in the chairs. Dutch, Michael and Rum'boli'ko quickly climbed into the beds. They fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow. They all woke up early the next morning after the clock struck eight.
"What are we going to do now?" Henry asked.
"Yeah, we..." Andrea started.
"Pack up, and get ready to walk." Angela rasped. "We need to put as much distance between here and the ships landing."
"Where are we going?" George asked.
"I'll figure that out later on." Angela rasped.
They checked out of the hotel and walked a good ways, Rum'boli'ko was once again paired off with Butch. They kept to the wooded areas, to make sure that Rum'boli'ko was hidden from sight. There were many cars honking their horns at Angela, who was wearing only a loin cloth and bra piece. There was a motorcyclist that stopped for only a few minutes. He sped off when he saw Dutch and George.
"Human males never amuse me." Angela rasped.
"No male amuses you." Andrea said.
"There is one, but I'll never speak." Angela rasped.
"Whose that?" Diane asked.
"I'm thinking that young fella." Henry said.
"What young fella?" George asked.
"Uglo'shon's son." Henry said. "Celtic."
"Celtic's a prodigy." Dutch said. "He's all that Yolit'ger could speak about."
"Tell me everything about Celtic." Angela rasped.
Dutch told them everything that they need to know and more about Celtic. Celtic was a strong young predator with a strong desire to fight. He loved fighting, almost lived for it. His trainer was Yolit'ger, while his secondary trainer and mentor was Elder Pontruis. Both had high hopes for Celtic, but both had even higher hopes for his two brothers Chopper and Scar. Both were the same age and both had the same desire for fighting.
"Celtic is a ruthless bastard." Dutch said.
"But he's not as bad as Scar." Lex said.
"Scar is ten times worse." Michael said.
"Tell me about him too." Angela rasped.
Michael took up the reins and told them everything that he had seen and heard about the young predator. Scar was a nice prospect, a gentle soul when he wanted to be. He lived for the hunt, he loved the taste of blood and had even bathed in it once. Once he had passed the Kainde Amedha Chiva, or the manhood ritual of passage, he had gone hunting and had brought home several large beasts. He and Celtic were constantly fighting over something.
"Both sound strong." Diane said.
"Both are, the weaker of the two is Chopper." Michael said.
"Tell us about Chopper." Andrea said.
Lex spoke up, and shakily told all that she knew about the short and stocky young son of Uglo'shon. Chopper loved slicing his victims into lengthy choice halves, he had a nice pair of wrist blades to permitted him to do this. He loved the sound and feel of the blood, and he enjoyed hearing his victims screaming for mercy. Yolit'ger had trained him to be a killer, and he was living it to perfection. He had passed his manhood ritual with flying colors, the same as Scar and Celtic had.
"Sounds like we have some violent teenagers to work with here." Angela rasped.
"There's another thing, are you ready for this next part?" Lex asked.
"No, but go ahead." Angela rasped.
"Yolit'ger has given his permission to them..." Lex started.
"Yolit'ger gave them permission for breeding rights." Dutch said.
"So they can breed with you too." Michael said.
"No matter, I'll make sure that they won't breed." Angela rasped.
"That's just gross." Diane thought.
Yolit'ger heard all of this, smiling all the while. True he had given rights to his three nephews, but he hadn't given them full permission for breeding to his daughter every year. It was a one part deal, something that he and his brother knew to heart. He and his brother had traded in some of their fine females, for only three breedings per year. Beside Yolit'ger was his eldest son Mal'ikob'ico. Mal'ikob'ico was smirking behind his silver mask, trying to stop laughing.
"When will we strike?" Mal'ikob'ico asked.
"When the timing is right my son." Yolit'ger said