Chapter 6
Trance... or Trance's body was off to find Dylan. She didn't have to wait long.
"Trance, I thought I ordered you to your quarters."
"You did. Unfortunately, Trance is unavailable at the moment."
"No." Dylan whispered.
The Bokor grinned, and attacked him. Dylan defended himself, but didn't fight back.
"Damn it Trance, you told us you were going to be infected, not how to fix it without killing you!"
She grinned. "There is no way."
"Well, why don't you just leave her body? We've already killed the rest of you."
"That's why I infected this body. I knew you wouldn't kill it."
Tyr had been watching the whole thing. "Like hell we wouldn't." and shot her. She fell to the floor, dead.
Beka was staring at the pool of blood on the floor. Hers, it was all hers. And no one could help her, either. The crew didn't care about her. Just like none of them had cared about Harper. They would abandon her, just like they did him. They didn't need her.
Trance got up off the floor, Dylan and Tyr looking at her like, well, she should be dead.