Chapter 6
Beka was rudely brought back to the present by a sharp tug on her hair.
"I asked you a question. I expect an answer!" her torturer spat.
Taking a deep, ragged breath, Beka muttered, "Yeah, well, life's a bitch and you don't always get what you want."
"You are really trying my patience. I want to know where Sid is!"
"I.don't know." Beka said slowly. "I haven't seen him for.months."
"Then you aren't worth much to me." Turning to the others, the fiend said, "Have fun with her boys. Then maybe she will be willing to cooperate a little more."
Beka could only whimper as the men approached her and unchained her, letting her aching body drop to the ground in a heap. She tried to fight when she felt hands on her body but her arms simply wouldn't obey her commands. She closed her eyes and let her mind carry her off, far away from the groping hands and the pain they were causing her.
Meanwhile:
Dylan and Harper arrived on the command deck shortly after Rommie.
"Well?" Dylan demanded. "Where is she?"
"Right where we left her." Tyr stated with a growl.
"What?" Harper squeaked.
"We found records that indicate that the Enforcer on the drift is actually the leader of a band of mercenary killers. His latest assignment seems to be none other than Beka's dear sweet Uncle Sid." Tyr said darkly. "We are assuming that it isn't a coincidence"
"How soon will we be back at the drift?" Dylan asked stonily. Inside he was boiling. They had been right there and they had left her. The guilt he felt was overwhelming.
"Two hours, ten minutes, 25 seconds. Approximately." Rommie stated firmly. "Let's bring it." Dylan stated. Turning he left the room quickly without looking back. Harper tried to follow but Trance placed her hand on his arm and gently shook her head, indicating they should give him some privacy.
Once back in his private quarters, Dylan sat at his desk and buried his head in his hands.
"I am so sorry Beka." He mumbled. "I let you down. He stood suddenly and angrily swiped his arms across his desk, sending items flying across the room. "But I swear, we will find you. And I am going to personally kill the bastard responsible for hurting you."
Beka was rudely brought back to the present by a sharp tug on her hair.
"I asked you a question. I expect an answer!" her torturer spat.
Taking a deep, ragged breath, Beka muttered, "Yeah, well, life's a bitch and you don't always get what you want."
"You are really trying my patience. I want to know where Sid is!"
"I.don't know." Beka said slowly. "I haven't seen him for.months."
"Then you aren't worth much to me." Turning to the others, the fiend said, "Have fun with her boys. Then maybe she will be willing to cooperate a little more."
Beka could only whimper as the men approached her and unchained her, letting her aching body drop to the ground in a heap. She tried to fight when she felt hands on her body but her arms simply wouldn't obey her commands. She closed her eyes and let her mind carry her off, far away from the groping hands and the pain they were causing her.
Meanwhile:
Dylan and Harper arrived on the command deck shortly after Rommie.
"Well?" Dylan demanded. "Where is she?"
"Right where we left her." Tyr stated with a growl.
"What?" Harper squeaked.
"We found records that indicate that the Enforcer on the drift is actually the leader of a band of mercenary killers. His latest assignment seems to be none other than Beka's dear sweet Uncle Sid." Tyr said darkly. "We are assuming that it isn't a coincidence"
"How soon will we be back at the drift?" Dylan asked stonily. Inside he was boiling. They had been right there and they had left her. The guilt he felt was overwhelming.
"Two hours, ten minutes, 25 seconds. Approximately." Rommie stated firmly. "Let's bring it." Dylan stated. Turning he left the room quickly without looking back. Harper tried to follow but Trance placed her hand on his arm and gently shook her head, indicating they should give him some privacy.
Once back in his private quarters, Dylan sat at his desk and buried his head in his hands.
"I am so sorry Beka." He mumbled. "I let you down. He stood suddenly and angrily swiped his arms across his desk, sending items flying across the room. "But I swear, we will find you. And I am going to personally kill the bastard responsible for hurting you."
